I grab Amick’s plate and a fork, then head toward his door. My ear presses against the wood for a moment just to see if I can hear him possibly pacing around.
Pure silence greets me.
I shift from side to side and tell myself I can’t walk in until it passes the time it’d normally take for him to answer my knock.
“Yes?” he asks as he opens the door right on time.
“Your dinner,” I say, passing him the plate.
He passes it back.
“Thank you, but I’m not hungry. Is that all?”
I glance down at the plate and tap the rim a few times before meeting his steady, what would be convincing stare if I didn’t know him so well.
“What haven’t you figured out?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You do, and you’re hiding it from me. Why?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Okay, fine. I won’t push, but just so you know, you’re making it very obvious something is wrong. Putting a knot in your soul really gave that away.”
“Is she upset with me?”
I’d smile at the way his face fills with concern, but this isn’t a time to tease.
“No, she’s worried. So am I. If there’s something—”
“I’ve got it, Kyzen. I appreciate your concern more than I can explain, but I…need to figure this out for myself, okay?”
A long sigh whistles through my nostrils as I tighten my lips.
“Okay. Just know we’re all here for you.”
“I do know that.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeats as he tries to shut the door. My palm stops it.
“Thayla said she still expects you in bed before her eyes close.”
“Very well. When do you think that’ll be?”
“Well, Riven’s with her now.Taking a bath.”
Confusion contorts his face, and I give him a moment to figure it out for himself. His forehead wrinkles for a whole other reason once he gets it.
“In that case, I have some time before then. Thank you for letting me know.”
My mouth opens to say you’re welcome, but before I can, he shuts the door in my face. I suck my teeth as I stare down at his plate, then turn back toward the kitchen.
“Not hungry, huh?” Creed asks as I slide the food into the icebox.
“Nope. He’s hung up on something and not willing to share.”
