Shady

Ky sighed, defeated. “I don’t care.”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head glumly. “Maybe? If they thought they were alone? They couldn’t have known if someone was behind a closed door with them.”

Ky followed and shook her head. “I mean… unless people we’re talking about it.” Or fucking Septimus. Goddamn that bastard.

Ky nodded. She didn’t want tea and she didn’t want to think about this. But she’d learned well by now that refusing tea from these Northerners was a near impossible ...

“No.” She shook her head, eyes dribbling tears. “I didn’t tell anyone I promise.”

He pulled a few charmed items out of his saddle bags and slipped them into his pocket then headed for the cottage again.

She needed to be careful. Needed to be sure Sera didn’t recognize Michael. She took a deep breath. “He had a really high voice,” she lied. “And… he dug through ...

“He stayed in the shadows.” She shook her head, blinking rapidly as she remembered the way he’d lunged for her. What if she’d taken off her rune before bed? What ...

Aeron nodded and bent and slipped on his boots, then strode outside and began getting his staff from where he’d had it strapped behind Aenyra’s saddle.

“…someone came in my room,” she admitted, glancing at her and then away quickly. “I don’t know who it was… but he knew I have a rune and was angry ...

Ky rubbed her arm, shoulders rounded, and glanced away. “You can’t tell them. Either of them. It’s fine; I overreacted.”

That felt like a rhetorical question but Ky shook her head anyway. No. No she didn’t want to tell her any of this. How could she? She couldn’t.

“…Probably wouldn’t hurt,” Aeron agreed with a nod, standing up. “I’ll go get my staff.”

“Okay.” He nodded, stretching.

She sighed and obediently took a step back towards her, shoulders slumping. How the fuck was she going to talk her way out of this one?