Page 129 of The Last Inch Of Ice
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“Ah! My beautiful tomatoes! Kaisyn, you angel. Unlike my grandson who probably ate one already.”
“Hmm,” Nazar says.
“Sit. Both of you. Eat before these animals finish everything.”
“We’re not animals!” Sam protests through a mouthful of food.
“You’re eating with your hands!”
“It’s bread!”
Kai catches Nazar’s eye across the chaos and smiles.
And Nazar smiles back.
Yeah. This is exactly where he’s supposed to be.
