“The first thing I’m going to do when we get back,” Evangeline murmured, her voice raspy with exhaustion and hunger, “is march into a restaurant and order everything I love.”
“I want roast duck, spicy fried chicken, a hearty stew, a rich tomato soup…”
She was fantasizing, picturing steaming hot dishes appearing before her. They had been traveling day and night for what felt like an eternity. At first, they could catch a fish or two from a nearby lake, but as they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the water sources vanished.
With no lakes, they were reduced to foraging for wild berries. Some days, they found nothing at all, and the gnawing ache of hunger became their constant companion.
Lost in her daydream, Evangeline felt as if the food was truly there. She swallowed hard, her mouth watering, and instinctively reached out a hand.
Her foot caught on something.
“Oof.”
She lost her balance and tumbled to the ground.
After several days, Soren’s fractured leg had healed enough that he could walk without too much trouble. Seeing Evangeline fall, he instinctively moved to help her.
But Finn was faster. He was already at her side, helping her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” Finn asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Thudding onto the ground had snapped Evangeline out of her daze. A sharp, searing pain shot through her knee. But knowing there was no doctor for miles, she knew complaining was useless. She shook her head. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”
Finn, however, ignored her, crouching down to lift the hem of her long skirt. The sudden movement startled Soren, who was a few feet away. For a second, he thought Finn was about to do something inappropriate and opened his mouth to stop him.
But Finn stopped at her knee. Her legs, long and pale, were covered in scratches from their journey through the underbrush. But the worst wound was on her knee.


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