THERE WAS A NEW TENSION between Nahtaia and her fellow travelers. Oren eventually made his way in front of Kale, and she bristled at his stubbornness, remembering why she disliked him so much over the years. He couldn’t stand anything not going his way.
“Fool,” she muttered under her breath. When she kicked a pebble, Kale looked over his shoulder. His eyes were hard but he slowed down anyway.
“I never meant for—” he started, but Nahtaia stopped him with an abrupt wave of her hand.
“Don’t bother,” she replied with a sigh. “Oren will only get all the more annoyed and you’ll both start talking with your fists instead of your lips.” Kale was about to respond but she continued, saying, “If the Voices are watching us, then whatever happens will happen according to them. That’s all.”
“And if
