Or yourself? Sometimes I can’t decide if Cameron’s a genius or an idiot. That brash decision in his life would hint at both, to be honest.
A beat passes, and only Nollix and Link’s whispers fill the quiet.
“She was the only family I had left. She raised me. When I stole the book, there wasn’t really anyone to worry about.”
“There was you.” The words blurt out of my mouth on a breath filled with too much emotion.
I want to scream at him to take care of himself. To worry about himself. His life matters.
It matters to me.
His fingers tighten around mine, pulling me closer to his side, and I can feel him staring at me. The attention he gives me warms my face even if I refuse to look at him. During the tense silence, Nollix and Link both look back at us. Their gazes match as they both peer down at how my fingers are interlocked with Cameron’s. They seem to feel the pressure within the quiet.
And, apparently, they’re not the only ones.
“We’re going to borrow a few critters for our journey.” Tantra looks back at me. There’s a slight accent in her voice that I’ve never heard before. It accentuates letters into heavy sounds that linger in my mind long after she’s spoken. “They’ll get us from point A to point B much faster.” Her words hold hidden meaning, and she smirks at me as she says it.
Perfect.
Underworld critters.
Just what I wanted.
