"Thanks?" Zaeryn said, his voice trailing off into a question. He wasn't entirely sure if she was actually complimenting him or if she was just being incredibly polite while delivering a subtle insult.
Ingrid let out a short, melodic laugh. "It was a compliment. Relax."
He walked over and dropped onto the bed next to her. She didn't miss a beat, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on one hand to look at him. Their eyes met, and that comfortable, heavy weight settled into the air between them again.
"I'm curious," she said, shifting her gaze toward the ceiling and lying flat on her back. "What's the deal with you and Kayla? You don't have her Vitae signature, which is weird since she's your aunt. Naturally, she should've been one of the first people you bonded with."
Zaeryn let out a short, dry laugh. "You could say we don't exactly get along. That's probably the understatement of the century."
