CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR

The lantern's dim light flickered, casting shifting shadows across the cramped quarters. Yara stood in the doorway, watching the tense set of Val's shoulders, the way his back remained rigid. 

He hadn't moved since she walked in, and the silence was starting to become annoying. 

She exhaled, slowly.

"Are you going to ignore me forever?"

No response.

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them until she stood directly in front of him.

"Val."

Finally, he looked up.

His face was unreadable—dark eyes shadowed beneath furrowed brows, lips pressed into a tight line. But Yara had known him long enough to see the cracks.

She sat down across from him, leaning against the opposite bunk.

She waited for him to speak first.

Instead, Val exhaled through his nose and muttered, "I'm not ignoring you. I'm thinking."