Chadstone was unnaturally still and small. Dakshana wondered where he'd gone, the boy who'd slain a dire wolf and brazenly staked her friends' lives on a kiss.
She asked again. "Why?"
"Why what?" His tone was clipped, sullen. Hurt. He was avoiding her gaze.
"Why me? Why all this?" Dakshana hadn't had a chance to consider how she'd ended up in this situation; she'd only had to concentrate on keeping her friends alive. "Did you just come to the midsummer fires looking for some - some stupid girl who was easy prey?"
His head came up sharply. "No."
"Then why? Tell me."
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