“You’re up early,” Wildar says as he enters the laboratory.
“Yes, well, I wanted to get a few things sorted before I go and check on Hamar.”
“How did all that go?” Wildar hops up onto one of the counters. He’s more interested in me than starting his duties for the day—more interested in me than scratching Hunt’s belly, and that’s saying something.
Hunt is not amused by this change in events.
“I…” My hands hover over the basket I was loading. “It was strange. Hamar is fine, or he should be. We’ll know soon.” I quickly recap the events of yesterday, leaving out some key details of intimate family tensions and the odd push and pull going on between Elmir and me. The former I doubt he or Hamar would want me to talk about. The latter I’m not ready to talk about.
“So you met her, Heir Mothe
