Amber inhaled deeply. The scents clashed and mingled—the smoke of grills, the sweetness of honey, the spice of pepper. Her stomach growled faintly, a sound that made her glance away, cheeks warming despite her vampiric pride.
Lilith's lips curved ever so slightly. "Go on. Choose."
Amber drifted toward a stall where a broad-shouldered cook fanned flames over skewers of meat. Fat dripped onto the coals, hissing, sending up clouds of mouthwatering smoke.
"One wild boar skewer," the man announced, thrusting it toward her with a grin. "Caught fresh from the northern woods this very morning!"
Amber bit into it, her eyes widening. The flavor burst across her tongue—smoky, tender, the seasoning simple but perfectly balanced. "Delicious…" she whispered.
Lilith took one as well, her expression unchanging save for the faintest tilt of her brow in approval.
From there, the two drifted from stall to stall like travelers sampling the world one bite at a time.
