Eren cast a subtle gaze toward the kitchen window, his heart unwillingly hoping to catch a glimpse of that familiar tall figure. But the kitchen stood still—empty. No Varon slicing vegetables with those steady hands. No sound of pans or clinking metal. Nothing.
A hollow feeling settled in his chest. He rubbed his stomach absently. Damn it. Why did it have to feel this empty? He should be relieved that Varon wasn't there—that he didn't have to see those unreadable gray eyes again. But somehow, it only made him feel more restless.
His jaw clenched as he suddenly kicked a few pebbles by his feet, the small clatter doing nothing to calm his nerves. He glared at the ground, as if it were the reason his heart was twisting in all directions.
"Whoa," Nansich said, raising his eyebrows. "I think you're hungry, not possessed." He grinned, walking up beside him. "Come on. If you don't eat, you'll end up chewing my arm next."
