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Excerpt from Vermillion Bird of the South:
*This is a continuation of the one from last week, so if you want to read that one, click here*
Rage filled Mill’s expression. “Don’t… don’t…” He threw the glass across the room, and it shattered against the wall, splattering it with rum. He sputtered a bit, but had nothing to say, so with a huff, he shoveled the rest of the food in his mouth.
The rest of the meal went pretty much like that, and until Zak and Mill left, allowing us to finally eat. I tried to ignore the constant feeling of Zak’s eyes on me. Watching me. The minute they were both out of sight, Ember filled a plate with leftovers and handed it over to me.
I think this part is pretty ‘meh’ right now, but I wanted to give all you a chance to read this ( though it’s still heavily in the WIP/early draft stages. )
Let me know what you think~