10
Saige
Awareness of Callan’s stare slid shivers down my spine as I sprinkled a bit of feed around the newly enclosed pen for my little sweeties—and those I’d yet to name.
Not a good shiver, either.
Dark energy, like tendrils of fear and unease, snaked through my mind, slowing my heart to a heavy thud in my chest, stealing my joy in the cute chickens.
Covert glances around revealed Flynn had disappeared—and Callan studied me from the stoop where he once more sat.
One last sift of feed through my fingertips, and I brushed my hands down my jeans.
“Saige!”
I turned at Callan’s call, tucking away thoughts on naming the birds for later.
“I’m hungry!”
Then make yourself a damn sandwich or something.
Teeth clenched, I let myself out of the gate and started toward the house. Focused on
