I slapped the table.
“Thoren!”
Thoren looked mildly concerned that I might break the furniture.
“Drake was stabbed yesterday and I’m hearing about it now?”
“I knew he was alive.”
I stared at him.
“You knew he was alive.”
“Yes.”
“That was your standard?”
“I feel like that’s an important standard.”
I laughed once. The sound held absolutely no humor.
“You are impossible.”
“I’ve been told that.”
“By me.”
“Mostly by you.”
I pointed toward the door.
“If Kael had been stabbed yesterday and I forgot to mention it until breakfast this morning, would you be calm right now?”
The answer arrived immediately.
“No.”
“Exactly.”
He frowned.
“That’s different.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Why?”
Silence.
Then:
“…Because it would’ve been Kael.”
I blinked. The irritation faltered slightly. Be
