Devon came back with lunch. As we sat eating, Missy caught him up on what she learned, and I was quiet, lost in my thoughts.
I could feel him glancing at me every now and then, but I wasn’t ready to see the judgment in his eyes. Or the mistrust. I already have enough of that.
“Is this what you were looking for?” Devon asked. I chewed my lip as I thought.
“It’s something, I guess. Manik was able to control it. I don’t feel out of control, so I’m going to guess the bindings still hold. I’ve never been the type to rage or throw tantrums, growing up. Shitty,” I nodded at Missy with a remorseful tilt to my lips, then towards Devon. “Blind. But not angry.”
They both nodded, satisfied with my answer. I didn’t tell them about the new fears that were plaguing me. Or how I had already felt the s
