“No questions about where I’ve been?” He folds his arms across his chest and studies me in the moonlight. His scar looks even more menacing in this light, but I can’t seem to find the energy to be scared. “I honestly don’t care.” I shrug, the movement making the throb in my shoulders intensify. Awesome, just in time to practice on the Gauntlet tomorrow. He cocks his head to the side. “You really don’t, do you?”
he must be so used to people looking for any reason to rat out a child of the rebellion...
