Ezrs
"That should clip your wings."
I swallowed, my mind still trying to process everything he just said.
"Then… if the festival is happening," I started, my voice unsteady, "why aren't you there?"
Xenon's touch froze on my arm.
Then he pulled away like nothing happened and walked back to the chair. He sat down and picked up the harp again, his fingers brushing over the strings like he needed something to do with his hands.
The music started again. Something wasn't right.
That was when I saw it.
My eyes dropped to his shoulder.
That cut.
It wasn't a small one and it left a long deep mark, spreading across his upper shoulder. It looked fresh too.
"How did you get that?" I asked.
His fingers slowed on the harp.
Then he looked up at me.
"For someone who doesn't understand what's going on half the time," he said quietly, "you notice quite a lot."
"That's not an answer," I said.
He held my gaze for a second.
