Chapter 25: Bad Decisions“Do you want to tell me what's going on?”
Conal had hardly entered the tent when I accosted him. He'd been gone for hours, giving me ample time to reduce my lifespan with endless worry.
He stopped just past the flap of the tent, his expression wary and tiredness visible in the lines around his eyes. His chin was covered in the stubble of a day's beard growth and he watched me quietly for a minute. “Charlotte, we need to talk.”
Alarmed by the defeated tone in his voice, I motioned for him to sit beside me on one of the bedrolls, where I cradled Patrick. Conal slumped onto the bedroll, causing further unease when he didn't draw me into his arms as he normally would, didn't lean over to kiss me. “What's up?” I questioned, trying to keep trepidation from creeping in
