The walk back to Villa Seven was quiet.
Lyra held his jacket folded over her arm instead of giving it back. Holden noticed but didn't say anything.
When they stepped through the villa's front door, Renna exploded out of the living room.
"YOU BROKE A GREATSWORD WITH YOUR BARE HANDS! Emric is trying to calculate how much force that would take and he keeps getting errors because his numbers aren't going high enough"
She paused to breathe, which was a rare event.
"I need to know how you did it."
"Tough skin," Holden said.
"Tough skin?" Renna repeated flatly.
"It's a serious medical condition."
Renna stared at him for a moment, then threw her hands up and marched back into the living room, muttering about impossible boys and unreasonable secrets.
Lyra covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh.
Holden headed for the kitchen. Lyra followed him, still carrying his jacket.
"Sit down," he said. "I'll make something."
