Page 150 of Psycho Pack

I focus on her scent.

The scent of my sun.

Honeysuckle and spun gold.

Brighter than anything in Surhiira.

Her scent drowns out the other overwhelming aromas.

Rich meats.

Sweet spicy wines.

Perfumes that scorch my nose.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

In through the nose.

Out through the horrible jaws.

Like Ivy showed me.

Smell of food makes my mouth water.

Haven't eaten in a long time.

Not more than a bite.

Chest aches with hunger.

But I can't.

Not here.

Not with all these eyes on me.

Told Ivy I would.

But can't.

Imagine trying to eat with my mangled mouth.

The tearing.

The mess.

The disgust on their faces.

I eat like a wild animal.

Like a rabid beast.

No.

Better to go hungry.