Something might be wrong with me.
"Is he okay?"
Kai turned to give me a long look. "He's always in his study."
"He locked the door," I explained, working on eating the steak I'd been given. Yesterday, I'd worked up the nerve to ask Poala for more red meat in my diet. She'd asked me why and I'd told her I wanted to be healthy, to which she'd frowned, suggesting more fish for the omega threes or vegetables for all the minerals. When I'd said I needed red meat, she'd exchanged a look with Kai who had carefully looked away from her, even as his lips tilted downwards into a frown.
He wore that same frown now. Pursed, obviously reading into the words correctly. "You tried the handle?"
Something is definitely wrong with me.
I should have felt embarassed. His judgemental expression su
