I was hoping to talk to Grim about my father that night, but he didn’t come home until early morning, when I was already asleep. By the time morning came, he slept through most of the time I spent getting ready and only stirred when it was time to leave for the theater.
It was strange. Really strange.
Since we were bound, Grim never looked tired.
But today he seemed a little out of it, like his mind was elsewhere— and he clearly hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
Grim kept an unreadable expression on his face, but within I felt how troubled and distracted he was.
‘Everything okay?’ I asked through our connection.
He blinked down at me, surprised that I had spoken, then smiled— genuine and warm, but definitely tired and distracted. ‘Yes. No need to worry.’
I didn’t need to press him. I c
