*Ember*
“What were you and my mom talking about?” Kyan asks me.
All I can do is stare at him and try to remember to blink. “Talking about? Your mom? And me?” I ask.
He nods, his forehead scrunching. “Yeah. She said she wanted to talk to you, right?”
“Right. She did. She was. She, uhm… we were talking about Fire Pack,” I tell him, and it's not a lie. “She was just asking some questions about my family, but we were interrupted when the maid came to tell me that it was time for lunch.” Somehow, I manage a smile, and I hope it doesn’t look too creepy.
Kyan takes a step backward, and I know that it does, in fact, look too creepy. He nods. “Well, I’m sure she’ll find you before you go home. Mom isn’t one for letting good conversation escape her.” With that, he turns to go, and I let him.
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