Hearing Kaya's voice, Veer slowed mid-step, one brow arching.
"Which one?"
She met his gaze without flinching. "You know exactly which."
His expression darkened just slightly. "You mean… that tribe?"
Kaya gave a single nod.
Veer stilled, his eyes unfocusing for a moment like he was calculating routes in his head. "We're headed in the opposite direction. At our current pace—three days. If I push—two."
Kaya tilted her head. "And if we went faster than that?"
Veer's brow furrowed. "My fastest?"
"No," she said, lips quirking. "Your ultra fast."
That made him blink. "What?"
But the stubborn set of her jaw didn't waver. His gaze softened just slightly, and then—slowly—his mouth curved into a smile edged with pride. "One and a half days."
Kaya's smirk deepened. "Perfect. Then let's go."
Veer frowned. "What? Now?"
"Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"What about the thing?" he pressed.
