The Savage Dawn by Melissa Grey

Author:Melissa Grey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2017-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Echo watched in fascination as Caius shoveled another forkful of pancakes into his mouth. It was his eighth or ninth so far. The first words he’d spoken upon waking were “We have to talk about Tanith.” The next were “But not before I eat something.” His stomach had emphasized the sentiment with a well-timed growl. Fair enough. Echo had neither the desire nor the energy to dive headfirst into a discussion of the machinations of his insane sister on an empty stomach either. It was bad for digestion. It had to be.

And so she had found herself on breakfast duty, cobbling together a respectable meal out of the meager supplies in the cabin’s pantry. She didn’t mind. Cooking gave her hands something to do and her mind something on which to focus that wasn’t related to kidnappings, malevolent shadow monsters, the voices in her head, or the possible end of the world. It was a nice reprieve. She was glad they had enough flour, sugar, and milk to make it happen.

Dorian had pushed aside the plate Echo offered to him. Once Caius had finished his first serving, he’d taken Dorian’s and devoured that, too. When it was clear that his time in captivity had left him with a hunger that would not be satisfied until he’d eaten everything that wasn’t nailed down, Echo offered him her pancakes as well. Jasper, being Jasper, didn’t share his.

Tidying up the mess she’d made of the kitchen gave Echo a moment to think about the previous night. Something had changed between her and Caius. Something about her had changed. She was no longer the Echo who had been Rowan’s girlfriend. Rowan belonged to a part of her life that was now so foreign to Echo, it felt like it had happened to someone else. Rowan looked at her and saw the girl she used to be.

But Caius saw her as she was: an amalgamation of disastrous events, a mess of a human being whose head was occupied by ghosts. He didn’t expect her to be anything other than what she was. There was no pressure for her to be the same Echo whose chief concern was picking enough pockets for the money to buy a slice from the pizzeria on the corner of St. Marks and Avenue A when her hands had been clumsy and untried. He understood the complexity of her life. He was living it with her. And that was why it had been so easy to give in, to let him slide his arms around her waist and pull her close, to luxuriate in the feel of his warm breath against her neck as he slept, wrapped around her like she was the only thing keeping him afloat. They had slept like that, twined around each other. It had been too warm under the layers of blankets, but Echo hadn’t felt the slightest desire to move. It had felt right, lying next to Caius. It had felt like where she was supposed to be.

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