Chapter 31: Please Don't Eat Me (I'm Not Tasty)
By the time dinner came around, I had successfully chewed half my fingernails off and convinced myself of three different possible ways Zorathys might kill me before dessert.
Maybe he'd use claws.
Maybe he'd use magic — just snap his hands and I'd disappear like I never existed at all.
Or maybe he'd just look at me too hard and my soul would leave my body out of pure intimidation.
All lovely options.
I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself and chose something modest to wear for dinner — a slate-grey dress, simple cut, sleeves that didn't try to be dramatic. If I was going to die tonight, I might as well be buried in something that didn't make my ancestors faint.
The dress wasn't my style; this screamed more of the nuns in my past life, but I didn't feel stylish at all because I was going to die, after all.
