Chapter 30
This question, however, needed to be asked.
His hands stroked down the cat’s back, over and over again as he kept his eyes focused there rather than on me. “It seemed private.”
“Was it your idea?”
He paused. A tremor rippled beneath his exposed forearm. That was a no.
“So someone else thought it was a good idea to get me up here,” I answered for him before he had to fight the magic binding him silent. My collar itched against the back of my neck, even more so than it had earlier. I decided to change into my other shirt again, both for the comfort it would bring and the fact that it would allow me to get close to him again. “I still don’t know who, by the way. Lem’s just as locked up as you are.”
“Is it so bad?”
“What?”
“Being here with me.”
I stopped, my shirt hanging open. “Of course not. I thought that was clear.”
He shrugged. “It’s just that you seem to be in an awful hurry to get away.”