Kent landed with a grunt that was… honestly kind of satisfying.
Not my fault, he slept like a corpse.
I dusted off my foot, mostly for dramatic effect, and stretched as he groaned awake. I had just arrived back from that damn tunnel to hell, and let me tell you, it wasn't the best vacation. Annalise was already up, sitting by her little camp setup like she'd been waiting for me to personally apologize for being late. As if I would do that.
Kent, of course, clutched his side like I'd run him through.
"Sebastian—" he hissed, rubbing the exact spot my heel had kissed him. He stared at me with an expression that was approximately three seconds away from murder. Maybe two.
I ignored him.
I'd learned long ago that acknowledging Kent's suffering only encouraged him.
Instead, I caught Annalise staring at me with this weird… face.
A mix between confusion, horror, and that look people get when they realize a beverage is sour, but they keep drinking it anyway.
I frowned."What?"
