Kael
The route down the mountain took significantly less time when we used the obvious path instead of Drake’s miserable death-trail through the brush. It was still steep in places, and I found myself looking at Drake far more often than necessary under the excuse of monitoring his injury.
He noticed. Of course he noticed. The man noticed everything, including things I desperately preferred he ignored.
To his credit, he didn’t say anything at first.
That worried me more than the teasing would have.
Every few minutes his breathing changed just enough for me to hear the strain beneath it. He kept moving, but he wasn’t moving easily. The silver had done its work, poisoning the wound just enough to slow everything down, and I could feel my own irritation rising each time he tried to hide
