Until someone tells us what the hell is going on, no one is getting through this door. Unless you really do want to fucking kill me. Obviously, it’ll be every man for himself after that.
I smiled. Ever so slightly, I answered, acknowledging my hurt against my better judgment. Still, I’m happy to help you if I can.Erik pressed his lips together, unsure if he should go on. I wanted to talk to you about Henri. He didn’t send me! he insisted, holding up a hand. I think he’d come to you himself if he could speak on his own. But he’s embarrassed. Erik swallowed. He, uh . . . he told me about the kiss.
I nodded. I figured.He’s afraid he’s crossed a line. He said something about holding on to you and that he probably should have let go, but then he didn’t and—I shook my head. That makes it sound much worse than it was. He . . . we . . . I stood there, lost. We were trying to communicate, and when the words didn’t work, well, that did.
For some reason I was upset admitting this to Erik, even though he already knew everything.So you’re not cross with him?
I heaved out a breath, almost laughing because the idea was so bizarre. No. He’s one of the kindest people I know. I’m not upset with him in the slightest.
Erik nodded. Would it be all right if I told him as much?Considering how many times I’ve managed to save your lives based on sheer intuition alone, the surprise in your tone is actually a little insulting, I point out.
He looks amused and pissed at the same time—a look that only he can execute so flawlessly.With his outrage slightly subdued, I continue. Supposedly, I was a master in a former life, and somehow I triggered an echo of muscle memory. For the record, he was quite annoyed I couldn’t remember.
They exchange a dubious look before facing me again.Then it couldn’t have been him who killed you, Kai says.