Zane's POV~
To be honest, I was starving. And this sandwich… this sandwich tasted like everything I needed right now. Every bite melted into my mouth, bringing the kind of temporary relief only food could offer in moments like this.
"Are you enjoying it?" Rhys asked, his voice soft and laced with a warm smile that stretched across his face.
But that smile? It did absolutely nothing to ease the tension in my chest. In fact, it only made things worse. Much worse. My heart thudded faster, the unease growing inside. I began eating quicker, stuffing my mouth with the sandwich, eager to be done with it...eager to move past this false sense of calm and straight into the real reason I was here.
"Slow down, or you'll choke, Zane," Rhys said gently, concern flickering briefly in his golden eyes.
"I'm good, Rhys. Don't worry about me," I mumbled between chews, barely pausing to breathe. "Just focus on yourself."
