I wanted to scoff as he struck another pose with his chin in his hand. While I looked utterly ridiculous in these clothes, he looked hot. Then again, Camden had the whole Grecian god physique and would’ve looked lovely in anything.
“It’s fine.” I didn’t like or hate it. It just was.
“Well, I like it,” Camden claimed.
“Good for you,” I replied, taking a drink.
Brad cocked an eyebrow at my tone, and I met his stare. I didn’t give a rat’s ass if he liked me or my tone. He frowned, and I simply smirked.
The door opened, and I looked toward it, hoping for Seth. It wasn’t Seth, but I did recognize the person. Don. He was speaking to his second in command, Bimwoxcol. He pointed to something on his tablet, hair falling around his face.
I’d had nightmares last night. I’d woken up a couple of times, hoping Don would come through my door once again. He didn’t. I’d even asked NAID if he could override the locks, and it had given me an affirmative; Don had an override as the captain. He and the head of security weren’t supposed to enter my room without permission unless I was in danger, but Don could. Yet last night, he hadn’t.
He possibly hadn’t heard my terror like he had the first night. I’d been given a touchstone, but I hadn’t wanted to bother him.
Don looked in my direction, and I sent him a silent hello plus an invitation to join us. Lunch would be far more interesting with him, not that I disliked Camden or Brad—both of them seemed perfectly fine—but I was intrigued by Don and his wide green eyes, though my sudden interest confused me. I knew nothing about the drakcol, but I wanted to. Like yesterday, I’d seen nothing of him, and I’d kept thinking about him and where he was and what he was doing.
“Oh,” Camden said, “look who came in?”
Brad looked at the door and grunted.
Camden took a deep breath. “Time to think about the food.”
I didn’t quite get what their problem was. My eyes flicked to Don, but he inclined his head and walked toward a table near the long window on the back of the mess hall.
I frowned. He’d heard me and had chosen to ignore me.Asshole.
His shoulders twitched, and I smirked.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, not waiting for their responses. I darted across the room, avoiding the people and the square metal tables. I slid into the metal stool across from him, chin in my hand. “Hello.”
“Greetings, Vince.”
“Why didn’t you come say hi?”
“I didn’t want to disturb your lunch with your fellow humans.”
“I invited you, which I know you fucking heard, by the way. You can just say no. You don’t need to make a big deal about it,” I replied. He should’ve at least said hi. We were… something. It didn’t matter what we were or not. He shouldn’t ignore me. I didn’t like it. Why? Who knew or cared. I didn’t like it, and I felt safe enough surrounded by people to play with Don.
“I bother them, Vince. They learned of my ability and it disturbs them.”
“What?” I asked with a growl, glancing at them.
Both Brad and Camden were staring at me. I shot them a glare. Camden got busy looking elsewhere, but Brad lifted his eyebrows in clear challenge or question, who knew. Those fuckers; that’s what Camden had meant. Why the hell were they judging Don?
“It upsets everyone,” he commented. “I’m used to it.”
He shouldn’t have to be used to it. It wasn’t Don’s fault. Besides, I didn’t care. Why did anyone else?
Don smiled and the left side of his mouth quirked up higher, making his smile crooked in the most adorable way. “You’re the first. Thank you.”
I shrugged. It was what it was. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d heard my earlier thoughts about the touchstone.
“I did, and yes, you could have pinged me. I would’ve come and assisted you. I apologize I didn’t hear you. If I had, I would’ve come.”
“I know.” I believed him. It was an odd feeling for me after everything, but I believed him. I didn’t trust him, but I sure as hell believed he would’ve come, to at least be able to sleep without me bothering him.
“You’re not a bother,” he said, scrolling on his tablet.
