WREN
The question had come unexpectedly, and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly he wanted to ask me.
"Okay," I said eventually.
"Do you still think about him?" he asked, and I knew immediately who he was referring to. "The guy from the holding cell."
"No," I said, almost immediately, shaking my head. "No, I don't. Why did you ask?"
"The number of times you've been pacing off since we left there is quite much," he explained. "Your eyes get teary, and a few times you mutter under your breath. I hear the words, and they have nothing to do with the black market."
'Was it that obvious?' I thought.
Not wanting him to assume he was right in his observation, I let out a small chuckle, a soft one. "Sorry. A lot of things have happened in my life, and trust me, they don't have anything
