RYDEN

　　　 Amelia was still curled into a ball when I left to get our dinner in the kitchen. The only food we had was our lunch from the fast food we ordered.

　　　 I took the tray inside her room and shut the door slowly when a gasp came from her.

　　　 Growling, her eyes glowed golden, and the sword in her grip was aiming at me.

　　　 “Amelia, it’s me.” I held the food with one hand and flicked the light ...