I was on my feet before I could stop myself.We kept trackers on all the phones, so I could easily find them.I didn’t even have to let them know I was there, after all.I could just make sure no one fucked with them.
Not because I care.
Not one bit.
I headed for the door just as it opened, Yun walked in and nearly ran into me.She stopped short, only a breath away.And boy did her expression darken.So much for wondering whether she was mad.That was the expression of one pissed-off woman, the sort the whole a woman scorned saying was based on.
“Ingram, what are you doing?”Kenyon held two bags and had a smile on his face, as though this were entirely normal.
Of course, Kenyon had never managed to read the room well.
“I was just checking.”Yes, it was a stupid answer, but it was all my brain could come up with.I wasn’t as good as Carter at making shit up.
“Check what?”
“Checking…a noise.”
The look on Kenyon’s face said he didn’t believe me, or rather anyone with half a brain wouldn’t have believed me.I got the sense he accepted it because he assumed if he didn’t understand, it was a him problem, not a me problem.That made dealing with Kenyon easier some of the time.
“Where were you?”I realized just how stupid that sounded, so added on, “not that I care.”
Right, because saying I don’t care is the exact way to actually prove I don’t give a fuck.
It was stupid, and the fact that I made such an idiot out of myself annoyed me more than I wanted to admit.Maybe this was why I didn’t like talking, because it never went well.
“Yun needed to get some stuff from the store.”Kenyon held up the bags as though he needed to show proof.
It made sense, because Yun hadn’t exactly brought many things with her.I wondered what else they’d done.If it were anyone else, I might have thought they’d stopped off for a quickie.Kenyon wasn’t the type to do that, though.The most obvious answer would have been lunch.
And that definitely was not jealousy that hit me at the thought of Kenyon and Yun sitting down for a lunch with just the two of them.
Absolutely not jealousy.
Yun didn’t say a word to me, and I got the sense that was on purpose.Instead, she turned around and put her hands out until Kenyon handed her the bags.She offered a soft thank youbefore turning around and walking off.
“Did you notice the way she walks?”
“Ingram, I swear, if you’re being a pervert…” Kenyon shook his head as though he could not believe I was saying that.
“Not like that.I mean, she’s walking slow.”
I didn’t deny the entire pervert part because, well, that was fair.Normally, if I made a comment like that, it was probably meaning something not fit to say in mixed company.However, in this case, I meant the strange, labored motion of her gait.Normally, she walked with a smoothness, with an almost gliding nature that somehow girls managed to pull off.
However, this time, each step dragged.That was in addition to the lines etched into her face, the ones that implied she wasn’t feeling all that well.
“I didn’t notice anything.”Kenyon peered past me to take another look.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a healer?Isn’t that exactly what you’re supposed to notice?”
“I notice if she’s sick, if she’s injured.I’m not going to notice if she just didn’t sleep well, or if she’s in a bad mood.That’s more Shear’s department than mine.”He might deny it but concern wormed its way into his features.
“What did she want at the store?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?I thought you went with her?”
“Sure, I took her there, and I kept an eye on her, but it wasn’t like I went through her things.That would be rude.”
