On the way back home, Le An, Tracker, and Theo didn't speak a single word to each other at first. They were too shocked to find anything to say, neither about the unpleasant moments with the sponsors nor about the things Kiet said. So, the vehicle was dead silent for a while.
Before long, Theo broke the silence by placing a hand on Le An's forehead. "Le An, you have a fever."
Le An shifted his crimson eyes -reddened by unshed tears of rage- from the window and turned his head toward them. "I'm fine. I don't feel unwell."
Tracker, helpless against Le An's habitual claim of always being "fine," briefly exchanged glances with Theo. Being an alpha himself, he could also pick up on the full mixture of alpha pheromones clinging to Le An, an unpleasant and disturbing scent that was clearly irritating Theo as well.
