CILLIAN
"It's been hours and not a single fish has taken my bait," Salome grumbled, pulling out her fishing rod before tossing it back into the river for a third try.
My bucket had three fish and I wasn't even focusing. So I could tell Salome was troubled. She had been for over a week now. It wasn't the fish bothering her. But it was a damn convenient way to explain why she was so touchy.
"Are you alright?" I finally mustered the courage to ask. I hated playing dumb because it was not a coincidence demeanor switched from bubbly and annoying to aggravated and easily provoked. Kerri's presence probably had a part to play in the Grand scheme of things. But I did want to know if she would be honest about her feelings.
"I am fine! How many times do I have to tell anyone?"
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