She stared at him. “Unbelievable.”
“I get that a lot.”
“Sorry, did I say unbelievable? I meant unbelievably rude.”
“You wound me,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest in mock-injury. “And here I thought you Healers took an oath.”
“We do,” she shot back. “Just like Thorne swears to honour and chivalry.”
“Chivalry’s overrated.” He dipped into a low theatrical bow. “But I will endeavour to clear a path for you next time,my lady.”
Kara crossed her arms, unimpressed. “You should drop that act before someone mistakes it for charm.”
“Too late. You already did.”
Typical Thorne.
She glared at him. “I absolutely did not.”
“Then why are you still standing here?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
“Do you really have to work to be this arrogant, or does it come naturally?” she asked irritably.
“Oh, naturally,” he said with a faint smile. “Although I like to think I’ve honed my talent.”
His expression was relaxed, but he had a watchfulness about him. His hand never strayed far from the hilt of his blade.
“Perhaps you should find something less insufferable to focus on,” Kara suggested.
“Like what?”
He asked so sincerely that for a moment Kara didn’t know what to say.
“Reading,” she blurted, immediately regretting it.
He arched an eyebrow. “Reading?”
“Yes, reading,” she said, trying to muster as much dignity as she could. “It’s very – it expands your – it’s good for you,” she finished lamely.
His lips twitched. “I’ll bear that in mind, Healer.”
“Good,” Kara said as though she’d gotten him to agree to something important.
He watched her intently. “Any suggestions?”
“What?”
“Books. Since you’re recommending them.” He smirked. “There’s a good one in Thorne’s library about footwork. Not crashing right into people. That sort of thing. You can borrow it if you like.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “How about I just walk the other way next time.” With that, she made to leave.
“Good thinking,” he said smoothly. “Best to keep our distance.”
She stopped mid-step, scowling. “What is that supposed to mean?”
His face was carefully neutral. “Wouldn’t want people thinking a Hale enjoys Thorne company.”
“Trust me, I don’t,” she snapped, as she turned on her heel and stormed into the market crowd.
