*Lynn*
Calix stepped back, eyes focused, jaw set in a firm grimace. “What do you mean? This man could be responsible for Hamund’s death, not to mention dozens of animals in the surrounding lands. Why shouldn’t I kill him?”
“I mean,” I spoke rigidly. “Don’t kill him yet. I want to get answers out of him first.”
He wiped a hand over his jaw, his fingers splaying out over his fine stubble. “Of course, I’m going to get answers out of him first. It would be pointless to hunt the man down and kill him on the stop. We need to find out what Dryden’s plans are.”
I nodded. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page then.”
“Yes. Good,” he stated blandly. His eyes drifted away from me and to the window next to the table. The view displayed the courtyard where I’d seen him training on occasion.
“Are we going to talk about it?” I asked, fearing the response.
“Talk about what?” he asked, though I could see his thoughts written on his face.
“We haven’t spoken since….”