Chapter 37

Later that evening, I was heading to my room, my head still buzzing with the day's events. Just as I reached for the door, I heard the unmistakable sound of it being pushed open. I turned, my heart skipping a beat. It was Amory, standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“Amory!” I gasped. “You didn’t call. What’s going on?” My voice trembled slightly, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

He closed the door behind him, his eyes locking onto mine. “I’m hungry,” he said simply.

“What?” I asked, taken aback by his bluntness.

“I came to eat. Is there anything?” he said, making his way toward the kitchen.

“Wait!” I rushed in front of him, pressing my hands against his chest to stop him from going any further. “Stay right here. Don’t move,” I said, hurrying ahead of him. I had to reach the kitchen before he did. The brownie—that brownie—couldn’t be the first thing he saw.

I darted into the kitchen, my heart racing as I spotted the plate holding the brownie. Without thinking,