I didn’t want to leave the tent in the morning.
The storm has passed as we slept, but there was an unpleasant, oppressive feeling in the air and I didn’t want to talk to any of them about how my leg had healed so quickly, or about the fact we had found a knife belonging to Ares’ parents in a seemingly illogical place.
They were all going to have questions for me, and those questions were perfectly reasonable, but I was not in the mood to deal with them and I really wanted to be alone again.
Ares avoided even touching me when he woke up, despite the fact he clearly wanted me, and I took it as a sign that he was feeling particularly serious.
I could smell food cooking already, and the others were talking about what they thought was going to happen now.
I noticed Ares was listening par
