When he looked at Anastasia, he couldn't deny she shared similar features to Ilyana.
But never before had he mistaken her. Never before had he called her by the name of his dead wife.
Then again… never before had she slept at his place, trembling from trauma, plagued by nightmares so bad she physically couldn't sleep.
He stood, stretching his aching body that had spent the night sitting upright. Every joint popped like cheap firecrackers. He moved to check on the little beast-the reason he might just end up changing his entire fate.
Kitsuul was sprawled across the bed, lost in dreamland, a light smile on her fox-like face. Apparently, the feast, of which she'd devoured ninety percent, was treating her just fine.
One of their many unanswered questions about Kitsuul was how exactly she grew by eating. Were the things she consumed even meat? Or were they something else entirely? Was it possible for someone or something, to level up just by devouring lobster?
