Chapter Eight
Proposal
“Something’s bothering you.”
Atty glanced up to see Paxton had moved over to walk beside her. She glanced around at the other hunters walking in a single vertical file or by twos, rather than in a wide horizontal line as they had starting out. It made the going faster, as well as helped them better protect the wounded Mutah and the meat against any animal hungry enough to approach.
“No. Nothing’s bothering me.”
“Your face says differently.”
“It’s more like heavy thinking.”
“Something’s bothering you,” the Second repeated, adding a grin. “What’s going on in that blue-haired head of yours?” He squinted at her crown. “Actually, it’s more like blue-black hair. Are you planning to cut off the dyed portion some time soon?”
Atty touched her hair where it was pulled
