Now isn’t the time to go all moon-eyed. He still doesn’t trust me. I chewed for a moment. Then another thought hit. He shouldn’t trust me. I’m lying to him. The man—the husband—who’d just saved my life. The prokshu lodged in my throat, and I coughed. Storr’s eyes snapped to me with a note of alarm, but I waved away his offer of help. I didn’t deserve it.
