"You saw a ghost."
Caelan only spoke low to me. For the Shattered Valley meeting, we waited to check guns. Rivals shuffled and tensed. I kept picturing the Frostfang chief leave my dad's tent.
Blinking focused my gaze on him. His appearance improved since the fight. The defeated face was replaced by a deadly intent. He seemed more aware when looking at me. I answered, "I'm fine," but my desire to dodge the inquiry was weak.
"You're not." He looked at the people in front of him, not me. "Your hands are tense. You're not breathing deeply. Saw something. Our game afterward. A break. "Is your dad the one?"
He focused too much. Though weak, we had trust, so he could understand my cues. I couldn't lie well. I couldn't be honest. I felt an earthquake seeing the Frostfang here, and the ground
