My head turns instinctively towards Alarick who seems to have deeply fallen into thought, his eyes pinned on the celebration far from us.
“What exactly do you mean?” I find myself asking, childishly curious about this whole thing.
Not only has he just stood up for me, but he also tried to make conversation? He was clearly plotting something and I could not shake off the uneasiness this made me feel. I have kept myself hidden for a reason. I was not going to allow some little mishap to ruin everything for me.
“Did you not pick on it?” He asks, his head turning to look at me, his eyes scouting my face as if he was trying to see if I was going to tell a lie.
“Pick on what exactly?” I ask, confused and wondering if I have completely missed something utterly important.
The horror of him
