Draven's eyes found mine. Guilt flickered there, quick, but real. His mouth opened, but no words followed.
"I brought dinner," I said evenly, brushing past them to set the tray on the nearest table. "Thought you might be hungry."
Rogilar gave Draven a look I couldn't decipher before excusing him-self. The door clicked shut behind him.
I turned to Draven, arms crossed. "What were you two talking about?"
He didn't answer right away. Then: "Nothing that concerns you."
My jaw tightened. "You've said that before."
Still, silence.
"Is there some kind of full moon ritual I'm not allowed to know about?"
His eyes flicked away.
"Draven," I said carefully, "I heard enough to know something's com-ing. If you think keeping me in the dark protects me, you're wrong.
It just makes me feel like I don't belong here."
His back straightened, but he didn't turn around. "It's not your concern."
Something inside me snapped.
