Lana
I walked quickly down the corridor back to the kitchen, my jaw clenched tight. My knees still trembled slightly from Kaelith's earlier shove, but I forced myself to stand tall.
I didn't care.
I didn't care about his cold gaze. I didn't care about the way he had pushed past me like I was nothing but an obstacle. I didn't care about how that black soup had splattered onto the floor like something worthless.
No. I didn't care.
I didn't even care if he was hurt or dead.
I bit my lower lip, trying to ignore the whirlwind of emotions in my head. As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, the thick aroma of spices mixed with the steam from the large pots filled the air. This place was much warmer than the dark corridors outside, yet strangely, I felt even colder.
