“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was tired.”
“You didn’t tell me where you were going, didn’t bother to contact me telepathically, I couldn’t sense you, and—what do you mean, you were tired? Have you been sleeping this whole time?”
“The darksalm has sapped me of energy.”
A slurry of sadness and shame seeped out of her when she heard that. But her anger didn’t lessen; if anything, it grew.
“How am I supposed to know that? How am I supposed to know anything? You don’t talk to me. You keep secrets.”
It was Thorion’s turn to feel shame stab at him. There were many things he kept from Keriya, and he hid them with all the skill he had so that knowledge wouldn’t hurt her. But she had guessed, or discovered something.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, which was the truth. She nodded and scrubbed the ends
