Nevara
I pointed at him.
“I did not disappear.”
“You vanished.”
“I went downstairs.”
“You went downstairs without telling anyone.”
“I told the baby.”
“The baby is not security personnel.”
I folded my arms.
“That sounds like discrimination.”
Across the table, Thoren closed his eyes.
Slowly.
Painfully.
The way people did when questioning every choice that had led them to this moment.
“I am serious.”
“So am I.”
His eyes opened.
I regretted nothing. Mostly.
“You promised me you wouldn’t go wandering around by yourself.”
“I didn’t wander.”
“You absolutely wandered.”
“I walked directly from our room to the kitchen.”
“That is still wandering.”
“It was a straight line.”
His jaw tightened.
“The issue is not geometry.”
I opened my mouth. Then closed it again. That was admit
