I hesitated, wondering if I should check on him, but decided not to. What would I tell him? We barely spoke.
Bloodrose men were known for their big brains, and their physical strength, but mentally? They weren’t exactly the most stable.
“I’ll go check on our strategist,” Nate said, dropping the backpacks to the ground. “I’ll be back later!” he said, then hurried after Dylan.
I was glad he was the one to do it, and not me—but there was only one problem.
I was alone, with Kylan.
I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. As I looked at him, he stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
Was he angry?
Annoyed?
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed space from him.
Without saying another word, I slipped behind a nearby tree, trying to create some distanc
