Salara’s POV
Henry’s invitation to lunch caught me by surprise and I find myself pausing in my footsteps towards the door. Henry and I haven’t spent much time together since our meeting in the kitchen a week ago. Training has kept him busy this past week and I have been busy recovering from my attack from two weeks ago.
My eyes drift over to where Derrick stands to my left without thought, my mind wanting to gauge Derrick’s reaction to Henry’s invitation. From the tension I can see barely hidden around his mouth, I can tell that either Derrick or Hunter is not happy about the lunch invitation and a part of me wants to turn Henry down because of it, but I know I can’t avoid Henry forever.
Releasing a steadying breath of air, I return my attention to where Henry stands expressionless to
