Cameron watched me, his brow furrowing. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that he didn’t tell you.”
“What was your first clue?”
“The look on your face.” Cameron sighed. “I thought you didn’t do this to each other.”
“We try not to,” I said, crossing my arms. “He’s probably trying to figure out how to tell me in a way that’s not going to make me go sideways on him. Are you taking Thordin?”
“No. He’s staying here to safeguard Neve.” Cameron took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “Someone has to keep watch over her.”
My eyes narrowed. “If anyone does any watching over your wife, she’d like it to be you, Cameron.”
“I know, but I’m more diplomatic than he is, so I don’t have much choice. Phelan can’t go.”
I grimaced. “We wouldn’t let him go.”
“Exactly. So he can’t. That leaves Thom and I as your best bet, so we’ll go. He was going to see if your brother and Davon were willing to come. We talked about having them scout out a good place for a trading outpost while he and I rode on.”
The more he kept talking, the less and less I liked what I was hearing. It wasn’t that the ideas weren’t good—they were—but I wasn’t comfortable with all of them being gone at once. It sounded like the perfect time for fate to kick us in the balls again, like she’d been doing for months since the end of the world. It felt like every time we needed a break, things went sideways.
Nearly ten months had passed since the end of everything we knew and instead of things feeling more settled, a little less hectic, it felt like every second we spared to just stop and breathe was a second in which something started to slip toward chaos.
I was more than a little tired of it.
fabulous new start to a new chapter – oh, and Merry Xmas!