Chapter 23

COVER YOUR MIRRORS.

Whenever you catch sight of yourself, you think, No!

Your barrel chest. Your biceps as big as a boy’s head. Your broad shoulders, the beard thick on your jaw. Muscled from your forearms to your calves. What would the witch in the gingerbread house think?

It shouldn’t matter what she would think, but her hunger follows you everywhere you go. If it wouldn’t invoke the Fair Queen’s ire, you doubt you’d eat at all.

So you cover your mirrors. You don’t need to see yourself. You don’t need to see the well-nourished body. You don’t need to think what a good meal you’d make.

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