Porcupine Ridge The Dawn

Her story was similar to his. It was sadder, even—she'd lost both her parents, not just one. Had been adopted, then, and then seemingly discarded. . .or the girl had decided to strike out on her own in lieu of love.

I'm sorry, Hex replied. I know how you feel—my mother left when I was really young. It sucks.

But then Agrippa had taken him in, a buoy in the turbulent sea of emotions that came with abandonment. Perhaps he could be this girl's Agrippa—

In some ways, if not others.

You still hungry? he asked her, feeling suddenly awkward. I can fetch you something from the cache, or I can let you sleep. Up to you.