I felt my forehead crease with confusion.
Did he just say watchers?
"I don't understand," I confessed. "I've never heard of this term before."
I paused for a low growl was forming in the back of his throat. Again, I'd somehow managed to anger him by just speaking a few words. His silver eyes were sharp and cold, his anger directed at me.
"You keep playing those games," he growled. "They will never work on me."
I let out a frustrated groan and crossed my arms over my chest. "I've honestly had it. Go back to cutting your wood, I'll stay out of your way."
Without another word I stormed all the way back to my earlier position against a tree.
It seemed like no matter what question I asked Caelan, it would always anger him. I was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong wi
