CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Morning came with me in the bathroom, washing my face. There was a surprising brightness to my face as I had slept well for the first time in a long while. Using the comb on the bathroom sink, I brushed my hair, taking out the tangles. Once I was done, I sniffed my underarms and winced at the pungent odor. I spotted his deodorant and contemplated using it. Shaking the thought away, I used water to clean myself up.

I stepped out of the bathroom, wiping my hands on the cloak and discovered Connor going through my things.

“What are you doing?”

“How long has this chicken been in your bag?” He asked.

“That’s none of your business.” I hurried over and snatched the bag away. “Leave my bag alone.”

“The smell is disturbing. Come out for breakfast.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be starving your hostage?”

“I’m not a witch,” he argued then stepped out.

I checked the chicken and took a bite. I spat it into the bin immediately. It had a weird taste and my bag smelled like fried chicken. The smell o