YELENA

“I’ll like to eat rize!”

Claire’s small voice rang out before anyone else could speak. She was standing near the table, her tiny hands on the chair, her bright eyes fixed on Nyra like the whole world depended on that one answer.

Nyra blinked once, then slowly turned her head toward her.

“Huh?” she asked, tilting her head a little. “What did you say you want to eat?”

“Rize!” Claire said again proudly, her voice louder this time as if she had said it perfectly.

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