Chapter Twenty-Seven
Over the next week and a half, Lincoln hardly saw Kali—which was good, which was the way it should be.
And then she started training.
She was home in the mornings when Lincoln got a later start to his day. Home in the evenings when he returned from the lot or, if the weather wasn't good, returned from a day researching at the library. And she'd have supper made. And she'd offer him to join them. He could have said no and taken his food to his room, but the one time he had, Theo had spent the next few days sending him curious glances. Once, when Lincoln was about to leave, just after finishing the last bite on his plate, Theo grabbed Lincoln's pant leg and smiled. It was some magical power, that smile. So he sat. He interacted with Theo and chatted with Kali. It wasn
