Kai sat alone at the edge of camp long after the fires had burned low, turning a coin over in his fingers that he had no memory of picking up. The habit had followed him for longer than he liked admitting, something to do with his hands when his mind wouldn’t settle.
Rhea found him there, which didn’t surprise him. She had a habit of finding people exactly when they least wanted to be found.
“You’re not sleeping,” she said, not quite a question.
“Neither are you.”
She sat anyway, close enough to make it clear this wasn’t a casual visit. “Damian still doesn’t fully trust you.”
“I noticed.”
“Do you blame him?”
Kai’s jaw tightened. “I blame whoever hit me hard enough that I didn’t see their face. Beyond that, no. I’d suspect me too, if I were him.”
Rhea studied him with the same sharp
