Aira had just gotten back to her room when she instantly began to pace back and forth, unable to sit down on the bed.
Her heart thumped hard in her chest—each beat loud and violent, like a fist against a hollow door—and her forehead was drenched completely in sweat as she went back and forth, her bare feet whispering against the cold stone floor.
The anxiety she felt had doubled from the moment she got back, even as she recalled the bloody scenes she had seen while she waited for Rymora to return. The memory of torn flesh and lifeless eyes flashed behind her lids each time she blinked, stealing the breath from her lungs.
'Relax! The plan will work!' She thought to herself, even as she held back the desperate urge to find the bag herself and simply eat every single thing in it, no matter how vile. Hunger twisted inside her like a serpent, but fear—the true kind—kept her frozen between panic and revulsion.
