Chapter 18

“Eat properly. I’d rather not keep bringing up Nathan either.” Karsa delivered his final warning. Eden gripped a fresh fork with a trembling hand. There was no way the food would go down with that face in front of him. Karsa stood beside him and watched him closely, as if he had no intention of continuing his own meal. Eden felt like gagging. He looked over the dishes and stopped at one near the middle of the table. It was roasted quail, something his uncle loved.