Instead, he says, “Did you talk to him yet?”
“No.”
“Are you going to?”
I grind my teeth.“If I do, I’ll break his face.”
Kael doesn’t tell me not to.
Doesn’t pretend it’s unreasonable.
He just stares at the far wall, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” he says finally.
I bark out a laugh.“You don’t know that.”
“Yes,” Kael says evenly.“I do.”
For some reason that pisses me off more than anything else this morning.
“So that’s it?”I snap.“We just let him parade out of her building?We just—just act like he’s not—”
I stop.
Because I don’t know the end of that sentence.
Kael turns to me fully.“Atlas.”
“Don’t say it,” I mutter.
“I’m going to say it anyway.”His voice is low, firm.“She trusts him.”
Those words hit me like a shot to the ribs.
Trust.
The one thing Wren doesn’t give out.The one thing she withdraws at the slightest threat.The one thing I haven’t earned because she thinks I’m—
Dangerous.
Too big.
Too loud.
Too much.
I look away.
Kael softens, barely.“She was scared last night.”
My head snaps back toward him.“You know that?”
“I saw enough.”His eyes meet mine.“Finn told me the rest.”
Ice floods my bloodstream.
“He told you?”My voice is flat.Dead.
