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“Shifters experience it more intensely,” he says, and I whip my gaze back to his, wondering if he can read my doubts.
“So, the bear was experiencing this moon fever,” I say, heading back to more solid ground. “And that’s what drove it to attack?”
He nods, his gaze darting to my hip where the bear slashed at me. “It’ll be over by tomorrow.”
“Is that why no one else is here today? Because of Februlune?”
His mouth twists. “It wasn’t safe for them here.”
“Because of the bear?”
“Because of me.”
“Oh.”
I wait, but he doesn’t say more and it only leaves me with more questions. And more doubts. But I’m not sure how to voice any of them.
“Why did you want to go to the farmers market?” he asks.
I hesitate, unsure what to tell him. I can’t decide where we stand or how much to trust him. In this moment, we feel less like enemies and more like awkward roomies, but I have no idea how long that will last.
“Were you running away?” he asks.
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
“Then what?”
“I wanted to get supplies,” I admit.
He frowns. “Is there something else you need? More clothing?—”
“No. It’s… I wanted to get some poisons,” I admit. “More than just the stuff my body’s producing,” I add when he looks confused. “If I’m going to fight the Crimson Roses, I need to be ready.”
His expression darkens instantly. The awkward roomie vibe vanishes, and suddenly we’re back on opposite sides again. “You are not fighting anyone.”
“Of course I am. It’s my problem.”
“You’re safe here.”
“Safe. Right. Like with the bear?”
He growls, but I refuse to back down.
“It’s not just about me. Kendall will never be safe either as long as I have this target on my back. I have to deal with it eventually. And to do that, I need supplies.”
“And where does killing me fall on your list of things to do?”
I glare at him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind about bringing them the death dragon in your place?” he taunts. “My life for yours, remember?”
“I’m still considering it,” I say.
His lips twitch knowingly. “Fae aren’t supposed to lie, you know.”
“No, but nymphs can. I have my mother to thank for that gift.”
“And what would your mother say about me—the death dragon who saved your life?”
