Until I pull the door wide and it sinks.
“What’s wrong?”
The tension in Kyzen’s shoulders, plus the balling of his fist in his pants pocket is a dead giveaway that he’s about to say something I don’t like.
“Amick wants to talk to us.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yep.”
The sad smile he gives me sends panic surging through my body.
“Is he about to break up with me?”
His face flinches and he jerks his head. “What? No, absolutely not.”
“Then why the hell did you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“There was…pity in your eyes. I didn’t like that one bit.”
“I…” He grunts, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean for that to be the look. I’m not looking forward to this conversation. It’s been one thing after another and a night with nothing would’ve been nice.”
That’s very true.
I release a heavy breath and link my fingers through his. “Then let’s go discuss whatever it is we need to discuss, then we have a night of nothing.”
He squeezes my hand back as we make our way down my hallway.
The second I step into the kitchen, I sense my Valtrue keenly.
Although I can’t sense him intensely like the others yet, Riven’s the embodiment of boredom. He’s lying on the couch, playing catch with a pillow.
Creed’s annoyance is obvious enough with how he’s banging mugs around, but the rope connecting us tells me just how aggravated he really is.
Kyzen’s nerves, on the other hand, are playing tug of war in my chest. It’s as if he’s trying to pull his feelings back, but he can’t completely.
Amick…is anxious.
There’s still a hint of anger lurking underneath, but what’s most potent is his anxiety. If he keeps pacing the way he is in front of the fire, he’s going to create a trail on the floor.
I caress the strand that connects me to him softly, and his head whips up, right at me.
“We need to talk.”
“Yeah, Kyzen informed me. Everything okay?”
His mouth opens and closes, but instead of actually answering, he holds his hand out toward the middle cushion.
It isn’t until I round the couch that I notice the illusion cube sitting on the ottoman and my gaze bounces from it back to him.
“Is this conversation about the Binding?”
“It is.”
“Here.” Creed grunts as he starts passing out drinks.
