MAETHYS POV
I frowned, confused by his confusion. “What do you mean, what?”
His eyes narrowed—not in anger. In disbelief. “Why haven’t you spent time with him?”
I stared at him.
No one had asked me that. Not Heather. Not anyone. As if the answer was obvious.
“I guess…” I shrugged, the motion uncertain. “I was never invited.”
Trig stared like he didn’t understand the concept of invitation applying to me.
“Can I just… go to him anytime?” I asked, and even as I said it, it sounded wrong. Like I was asking permission to breathe.
Trig’s laugh came out quiet, surprised.
“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “I can tell you were basically a lone wolf.”
My face heated again, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment. It was something else. Something like realization.
“Of course you can,” Trig
