Chapter 17The next morning, Ciar was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs while watching Romeo flit around. He was acting weird, avoided eye contact, and was moving things from one spot to another without any purpose.
“Are you okay?” Ciar didn’t like not knowing what Romeo was thinking, and it was like he was building a wall between them.
“I’m fine.”
It didn’t sound as if he was fine.
“Are you in pain?”
Romeo frowned at him over his shoulder. “No.”
“Are you hungry?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “The eggs will be done soon.” He motioned at the pot with boiling eggs, but it wasn’t what the problem was.
“Are you…” Not hungry and not in pain. What else could trouble a person?
“I’m fine, Ciar. Worried, is all.”
“Worried.” He was quiet for a few seconds. “What are y
