Chapter 90: Nyra’s POV Warmth drifted through the fog of sleep before my eyes even opened. Something smelled… questionable. Savory, spicy, and vaguely like someone had boiled questionable roots in a pot out of desperation.

When I finally blinked awake, Roe was sitting cross-legged beside me, shoving a bowl under my nose.

“You’re up.” she said, too cheerfully. “Eat. Before this thing grows legs.”

Kade, standing behind her, muttered

“It’s soup. It can't grow legs ...