Chapter FifteenZantry and I stepped onto the sidewalk together.
“That didn't go as bad as I'd expected,” I commented, raising my head and basking in the warmth of the sun on my face, glad and immensely relieved the meeting was over. For now. It was still spring, but it was hot, the kind that made you sticky and eeky, but I basked nonetheless. The hot air that traveled by was stinky, stymie, full of the odor of people and vehicles and trash, all rolled in one.
I looked sideways at Zantry, his eyes focused at the distance, his hands tucked in his pockets, loose strands of hair feathering about his face.
“I'm sorry I blocked you.”
Zantry's jaw clenched once, and he didn't look at me when he said, “I'm not stupid, Roxanne, I know you block me because you're in pain. I know there's little I
