Chapter 270: Nhazual's Gift to Curhio Part 2

Reid looks at me. "What was that about?"

I shrug.

"Okay..." he rubs the back of his neck. "So what were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing."

He raises a brow. "Then why was he standing so close?"

I can't tell Reid about last night. He'd freak. He'd freak worse than I've ever seen him freak and probably end up killing the tribesman like Pratt said. And it's really, really not the time for distractions like that. So to protect them both, I have to pretend like last night never happened. But I must be waiting too long to think up an answer because Reid simply nods at my silence. "I take that as an issue."

"It's nothing."

"It's something," his eyes narrow, frost growing behind them. "Do I need to talk to him?"

"No. It's not - "

"I don't want to be that overprotective guy - and I don't think you want that either - but if I need to, I'll talk to him. So," he crosses his arms and pegs me with an intense stare, "tell me if I need to."

Does he?