He finally says, “She wasn’t okay last night.”
That hits hard.
I swallow once.It burns.“Is she okay now?”
He looks toward the hallway Wren disappeared down.
“I don’t know.”
That’s the first honest thing either of us has said this morning.
He exhales, rubbing his face.“Kael...she needed someone.She didn’t want to be alone.”
“And you were there.”
He doesn’t deny it.
He just looks away, shoulders tightening.That alone tells me everything.
“She trusts you,” I say.
His jaw flexes.“I’m trying not to mess that up.”
“You won’t,” I say.“If anything, I’m the one who—”
I stop.
Because I don’t finish sentences like that.
Finn’s head snaps up.“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I laugh under my breath.Humorless.“Tell that to the way she flinched yesterday.”
His face softens.“She flinches at everything right now.It’s not you.”
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I look toward the med room again.
“She’s hiding something,” I say quietly.“And it’s not us.It’s someone else.”
Finn’s expression shifts.“I think so too.”
“You know who?”
He shakes his head.“No.But...it’s bad, Kael.”
My chest tightens.“How bad?”
He hesitates again.
Long enough to confirm everything I’m afraid of.
“I’m not sure,” he finally says.“But whoever it is?She’s afraid.”
Afraid.
