“Is that how this is going to end?” I ask, slightly panicked. “Between you and Locke… or whoever,” I add, wincing. “Someone will be declared the winner?” Kylian is quiet, and when I tip my head back to search his face, he’s wearing a slight frown that’s more thoughtful than upset. He meets my gaze and goes back to stroking my head. “I think that’s up to you. As weird as it sounds, we work well together. We’ve always been a team. I don’t know how this’ll play out; I just know I’m in.”
