Aisha's thoughts wandered back to that very morning.
Along with the letter Cassius had left for them, there'd been a pot of stew set aside, labeled in his handwriting as something he and Julie had made together last night. He'd even written that the dish was prepared entirely by Julie, with only his guidance hovering over her shoulder.
Reading that, Aisha's face had drained of all color then, because everyone knew Julie's cooking was usually closer to poison than food. Every past attempt of hers had ended in disaster, charred, bitter, foul, and inedible.
The idea of eating something made by her was like willingly signing up for food poisoning that could last the rest of their journey.
She had flat-out refused, but Skadi, whose stomach had been grumbling loudly since dawn, couldn't hold back.
The wolf girl had dipped her spoon into the pot with no hesitation and shoved a mouthful into her mouth. Aisha had nearly covered her eyes, sure Skadi would collapse instantly.
