Lilia POV

THREE DAYS LATER

Whack. Whack. Whack.

Lilia wiped her brow and paused in chopping herbs for the marinades that the kitchen crew would soak the meat in. Outside, the voices of the hunters, who were preparing the meat, rose in song through the kitchen window. Some hunters wore clothing, and in the kitchens, everyone wore clothes, which made sense.

When Patch said they needed a lot of meat, he hadn’t been joking. That meant they ...