Talia's POV
Neither of us moved for a long moment after he said it. The words just sat there in the front room with us —’ whatever time I thought we had left just got a great deal shorter’ — while the fire popped once in the grate and the furnace cycled off beneath the floor.
"You need to eat something," Kairo said finally, which was not at all what I wanted him to say.
"I don't want food, Kairo. I want you to finish a sentence."
He set the case down by the door instead of carrying it further into the cabin. "I'm trying to figure out how much of this I can give you without giving you something that gets you killed."
"That's not your call to make. You said that yourself, an hour ago, at the lake."
"I did say that."
"So?"
He didn't answer. He crossed to the radio on the kitchen count
