Family. That’s what matters. Protecting them.
Not whatever is happening in my chest.
Heavy is quiet for a moment. “You scented her.”
It’s not a question.
“Yes and she’s not compatible.”
Heavy studies my face. I keep my expression blank. I’ve had forty rotations of practice hiding what I feel, but Heavy has known me his whole life. “Then why,” he says slowly, “do you look like someone gave you bad news?”
I don’t answer.
I can’t.
Because I don’t know.
