Chapter 9
“Of the ‘human variety’?” echoed Keston, the statement sounding odd. “What do you mean by that?”
“Trust me, ye’re better off in blissful ignorance.”
Keston clenched his jaw, one hand curling into a fist. Just who was this guy and where did he get off being so bossy? Big deal, he performed a timely, and rather remarkable, rescue, but what right did he have to be wasting around in the dark telling people what they could and could not do? Keston nearly turned and matched straight for the cabin door, yet remained rooted in place. Ness had crept closer to him, effectively cutting off any chance he had of darting around him and making a beeline to safety.
“Fine,” Keston huffed, sounding like a chastised child, “have it your way. If you’ll move, I’ll be on my way.”
Ness smiled, act
