"We need to talk," Ingrid said quietly, her arms still crossed. "About what just happened. About my abilities."
Zaery n was at a loss for words. How could he possibly start explaining himself to Ingrid? He'd expected anger, maybe disgust, but this quiet, piercing intensity was somehow worse. And looking at it from her perspective acquiring her powers after sleeping with her yeah, it sounded shady as hell. Predatory, even. That was exactly what he'd been trying to avoid.
"Later," Genevieve interjected, placing a reassuring hand on Ingrid's rigid shoulder. "He needs to deal with Zelda and the director first." She looked at Zaeryn, her eyes usually so playful and warm now searching his face with genuine concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Zaeryn lied automatically, wiping sweat from his forehead. His hand came away trembling slightly. "I'm better than ever."
