Amara knew when someone was avoiding her.
It had been a full day since Damian cut their training short, and he hadn’t spoken to her since. No sharp remarks, no clipped commands. Just silence, and the kind of distance that felt worse than any argument.
Kai, infuriatingly, was the only one acting normal.
“You look like you’re plotting someone’s murder,” he said, dropping into the seat across from her in the mess hall. “Should I be concerned?”
“Damian’s ignoring me,” she muttered.
Kai let out a low whistle. “Explains the storm clouds following him around all day. He’s been impossible.”
“So it’s not just me?”
“Nope.” Kai studied her, something calculating behind his easy grin. “What’d you do?”
“Why do you assume it’s my fault?”
“Because he doesn’t get like this over nothing. And you h
