Derek’s POV
Fiona was watching me. I’d known it for days now. The little test she thought she was so clever at setting—dropping things to test my reflexes, shifting seats for the same reason—hadn’t gone unnoticed.
She was too curious for her own good, and I had no one else to blame for myself because I caused it. Rushing in without my cane the other day on the training ground was a careless mistake.
I’d been too focused on pulling Xira off before she tore Fiona apart to think about my appearance. And now, that singular action has led me to sow a seed I couldn’t easily uproot.
Still, I decided not to dwell on it or waste my energy trying to undo what was also done. Zeal also didn’t know of my mishap, and I didn’t intend to tell him because he would only amplify my worry with his own a
