'Whisney! What are you doing? Why would you open her wound like that?' Lethia's thoughts screamed, alone in her mind.
But the fox paid her no mind. Her eyes remained fixed on Chasey, sharp and waiting for an answer.
Chasey swallowed the lump in her throat. She hadn't expected the question to come from Lethia. She tried to keep her mood cheerful, avoiding any talk of the kidnapping Adam had caused, all to enjoy this short escape.
What was she supposed to say? Her fingers fidgeted at her sides, a nervous tic to steady her sudden confusion. The intensity in Lethia's gaze intimidated her, making her want to hide. But the shame and pain she carried made her doubt there was anywhere in the world to hide.
"Q–queen… Th–that's…" Chasey bit her lip. "What kind of question is that? He did a bad thing." Chasey tried to lighten her voice, hoping Lethia wouldn't make this a serious conversation.
But Lethia's serious expression didn't waver.
