I truly intended to have a conversation with my husband about our little confrontation in Nepal but didn't get a chance. And while I was sure he was, in fact, avoiding me when I approached him shortly after the meeting broke up, I let it happen. From the grim expression on his face and the way he blocked my power he wasn't in the mood to rehash our discussion at the moment. We really did have bigger things to worry about, so I let it go.
For the time being. But the more conflict that burned between us, the more nervous I became. I second guessed my treatment of him as I joined Mom after a quick hug for Femke and Charlotte. Sassafras in my arms, I rode Varity's flames back to Harvard while I tried to decide if I'd done more harm than good in my need to control the situation with the Empress.