Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Aeliana's thoughts swirled in a storm of unease and defiance, her eyes narrowing at Luca as he leaned back. But before she could formulate a proper retort, the air shifted around them.

Swoosh!

A sudden gust of wind rushed through the cavern, carrying with it an unfamiliar chill. The flickering flames wavered, shadows dancing wildly along the jagged walls.

"Oh…" Luca's voice was low, his tone calm but laced with sharp awareness. His smirk faded, replaced by an expression of quiet focus. "We have company, it seems."

Aeliana tensed, her gaze snapping toward the cavern entrance. The soft, distant rustle of movement reached her ears, barely discernible but unmistakable in the otherwise stillness.

Luca stood fluidly, his movements graceful and deliberate as he reached for his weapon. He glanced at her briefly, his dark eyes steady.

"Stay here," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "I'll take a look."

Before she could respond, he was already moving, his figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the firelight. His steps were silent, purposeful, as he disappeared into the shadows beyond the cavern's mouth.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the flames.

Finally, alone, Aeliana exhaled shakily, the tension in her body easing slightly. She glanced around the cavern, her surroundings unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

It was a compact space, sheltered by jagged rock walls and a low ceiling. The fire cast a warm glow across the uneven ground, illuminating a few scattered belongings—Luca's pack, a makeshift blanket, and the remnants of his earlier meal.

Her gaze lingered on the setup, her mind piecing together what must have happened. 'He carried me here,' she realized, the thought stirring a mix of emotions she wasn't ready to face.

'Why did he even bother?'

Her amber eyes drifted to the fire, her thoughts turning inward.

'From the moment I lost consciousness… everything has been a blur. The last thing I remember was that wiry bastard's sneer, his disgusting words. I thought…' She clenched her fists tightly. 'I thought it was the end.'

Her mind replayed the scene with unsettling clarity—the overwhelming exhaustion, the mocking voices, and the sudden cold before darkness took her. And then…

'Luca,' she thought, her lips pressing into a thin line.

He had been there, cutting through the tension like a blade. His presence had been commanding, undeniable, a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them. Even now, the memory of his voice rang in her ears—sharp, decisive, unyielding.

'Why did he help me?'

Her gaze shifted to the cavern entrance, where the faint echo of his footsteps had long since faded.

'And how does he know?'

The earlier question gnawed at her—how he could have possibly known she was watching him from the ship. She had been so far away, hidden behind layers of distance and illusion. There was no way he could have seen her… right?

Yet his words carried a weight she couldn't ignore, as though he had seen straight through her veil and into the moments she had stolen to watch him.

'It was just curiosity,' she told herself, the excuse hollow even in her own mind. 'Nothing more.'

But the truth lingered in the corners of her thoughts, refusing to be dismissed.

Her gaze returned to the fire, the warmth drawing her out of her spiral. She shifted slightly, adjusting her position as her limbs ached with the dull remnants of exhaustion.

'This place…' she thought, her eyes scanning the small cavern. It was sturdy, secure, far removed from the chaos she had fallen into earlier.

GRUMBLE!

The sound cut through the cavern like a harsh reminder, drawing Aeliana's attention away from the fire. Her stomach clenched painfully, the hollow ache gnawing at her insides now impossible to ignore.

Her amber eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as she wrapped her arms around her midsection, as though she could will the hunger away.

'It's nothing,' she told herself, her thoughts laced with stubborn defiance. 'Just a little longer, and it'll pass.'

But even as she tried to convince herself, the truth was undeniable. Her head felt light, her vision swimming slightly as the lack of energy began to take its toll. Her breaths came shallow and uneven, her body trembling faintly as the ache in her stomach sharpened.

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the jagged rock wall. 'How long has it been?' she wondered.

From the moment she had been pulled into this place, time had become a blur. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten properly, let alone taken her medicine. Her body, already fragile, was teetering dangerously close to its limit.

'It's fine,' she tried to reassure herself, though her conviction faltered. Her hands curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as though the pain could distract her from the emptiness clawing at her core.

Her gaze flicked to the remnants of the skewers by the fire, the faint scent of charred meat still lingering in the air.

'It would be fine… if I just took a little, right?'

The thought came unbidden, soft and insistent. Her pride bristled at the suggestion, but her body was screaming for relief.

'No,' she argued with herself, her jaw tightening. 'I don't need his help. I don't need anything from him.'

Yet as another wave of hunger rolled through her, her resolve wavered. The memory of the warmth from the fire, the savory scent that had filled the air, and the way Luca had casually held the skewer out to her earlier—all of it resurfaced, gnawing at the edges of her resolve.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, only to pull back immediately, her teeth gritting.

'I can't,' she thought bitterly. 'I can't let him win. That smug bastard… He'd never let me live it down.'

But as the ache in her stomach deepened and her vision blurred further, the edges of her pride began to crumble.

'Just… a little,' she reasoned, the faint whisper of justification ringing hollow in her mind. 'If it keeps me from passing out… if it helps me stay upright… that's not weakness, right?'

Her breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she warred with herself. Her body screamed for sustenance, her head spinning with the effort of staying conscious.

Finally, she leaned forward, her movements sluggish and reluctant as she reached for the fire and the skewers on top.

Her fingers brushed against the edge of his pack, and for a moment, she froze.

GULP!

She gulped, her throat dry, as the scent of the savory meat wafted toward her, rich and tantalizing. The juices seemed to shimmer in the firelight, each drip hissing softly as it struck the flames.

Her fingers twitched, her body leaning forward before her mind could catch up.

'I really don't want that bastard to see me like this.'

Her thoughts faltered as her hand reached out, trembling slightly, and closed around the wooden skewer. The heat of it seeped into her skin, grounding her in the moment as the aroma overwhelmed her senses.

She hesitated for a breath, her pride clawing at her resolve one last time. But as another pang of hunger ripped through her, the battle was over. Slowly, she brought the skewer to her lips and took a tentative bite.

The moment the meat hit her tongue, her amber eyes widened, and a soft, involuntary sound escaped her.

"Hmmm…"

The flavor was overwhelming, the juices rich and savory as they spilled across her taste buds. The perfect blend of smokiness and saltiness spread through her mouth, igniting her hunger into a ravenous frenzy.

Her hesitation vanished as she took another bite, and then another, her movements growing frantic. The skewered meat disappeared bite by bite, the once careful nibbles replaced by hurried munching.

'Gods… I didn't realize how hungry I was,' she thought, her breaths coming faster as the satisfaction of eating began to soothe the ache in her stomach.

The warmth of the food filled her from the inside, chasing away the chill that had settled deep in her bones. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a flicker of strength return to her body.

Her hands moved automatically, pulling another skewer from the makeshift pile by the fire. The second bite was no less heavenly than the first, and she couldn't stop herself from devouring it just as quickly.

'This is too good,' she thought, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and relief. 'How is it this good? Damn that smug bastard. There was a reason why he was eating like that.'

Lost in the haze of hunger and satisfaction, Aeliana didn't hear the faint rustle of footsteps approaching the cavern entrance.

"Well, well," a familiar voice drawled, cutting through her single-minded focus like a knife. "I see someone's decided to help themselves."

She froze mid-bite, her amber eyes snapping up to meet Luca's dark gaze. He stood just inside the cavern, his smirk firmly in place and his arms crossed over his chest.

Aeliana's cheeks burned as she quickly shoved the rest of the skewer into her mouth, her defiance returning in full force as she chewed furiously.

"I—I didn't," she started, swallowing quickly, "I mean, I was just—"

"Just what?" Luca interrupted, stepping closer, his smirk widening. "Sampling? Or maybe ensuring the quality of the chef's work?"

Her fists clenched, and she glared at him, the embarrassment only fueling her anger. "I was hungry, okay? Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" he asked innocently, though his black eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Like you're so damn clever!"
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Luca chuckled, dropping to a crouch in front of her. He reached out, plucking a skewer from the fire with practiced ease and holding it out to her.

"You could've just asked, you know," he said, his tone surprisingly soft despite the teasing smile still lingering on his lips.

Aeliana stared at the skewer in his hand, her pride warring with the ache in her stomach once more. After a tense moment, she snatched it from him, her glare never wavering.

"Thanks," she muttered grudgingly, biting into the meat with renewed vigor.

"Anytime," he replied easily, leaning back on his heels as he watched her. "Though you're lucky I'm feeling generous. Not everyone gets free rein to raid my dinner."

"Shut up," Aeliana snapped between bites, but her tone lacked its usual bite.