Chapter 245 Support

• Ingrid
• Raven insists I eat something before I lie down, so I stumble through half of a loaf of bread before leaving for my room next door. The walls are thick enough that I can’t hear Altair playing anymore—nor can I hear the worried conversation I’m sure Kieran and Raven are having about me right now, judging by the looks they sent each other as I left.
• I flop onto the covers and stare up at the ceiling. The bread sits heavy in my stomach. Sleep sounds like a chore now.