I waited for someone to move, to do something, then realized they were doing that head communication thing.
“Can someone fill me in on why it just got super awkward?” I asked, and Derik pushed his chair back, walking from the room.
I looked after him, a heavy ache in my chest at the way he rolled his shoulders back and walked away. I went to go after him, but Brax grabbed my hand.
“He’ll be fine, Spitfire. He’s just going to run it off,” he said, and I nodded, glancing over at the doorway before taking a drink.
“Why don’t you want to send me back for winter? I thought it was going to be too dangerous?” I asked, eyeing Brax, who looked down at his hot drink.
“I don’t want you that far away from us. Maybe we’re dangerous, but without Brax to sense those shadows and with our marks on you
