MORIA
Callum freezes.
Not outwardly but I see the way his eyes become sharper and his shoulders tense. “A body.” He repeats calmly.
“Yes.”
“Did they say who? Is it a protector?” He is speaking carefully, every word measured before he says them.
I shake my head. “They weren’t sure.”
“Hmmm…”
I take the opportunity to ask the question that’s been on my mind since I first heard it.
“What’s a protector anyway?”
Callum looks at me quietly for so long that I start to think I have said something wrong and he’s not going to answer me anymore.
It’s as if he’s considering how much to tell me, how much he can trust me with.
Maybe he decides it’s already too late and I know too much already.
Maybe he just doesn’t care about me and what I do or do not know.
He straightens, smacks his lips
