Page 101 of Marks of Rebellion
"That must have been hard."
She shrugs. "It's not really fair I didn't tell him. I would think I was sketchy if I didn't know the truth."
"Are you and Ryker okay?"
Her face falls. "I don't know. We got into it."
"This morning?"
"Yeah."
"About the fight?"
"Yes."
I crack an egg in the pan. "What did he say?"
"He claims he was defending my honor."
I wince. "He was."
"Yeah, but I don't want someone beating another person in my name. If I were in physical danger, it would be one thing, but last night...well, that was barbaric."
I can't disagree with that, either. "If it makes you feel better, Ryker apologized to me."
"I'll give him a point for that." She winks and puts tortillas on the griddle. "You and Hunter good? I'm assuming he apologized for fighting, too?"
I once again put on my fake face. "We're good. He's going to make sure I get to safety."
She furrows her brows. "Why wouldn't he?"
I never told her last night.
"Oh. We...he's done with me."
Her head moves back and eyes widen. "What? What happened?"
"I messed up."
"Pretty sure whatever you did isn't as bad as that fight last night."
"He decided before the fight that he was done with me."
"So? Go fix it. He wouldn't shut up about you today, so I'm pretty sure he's still into you."
"No. He even told Tinker he was done with me."
She scoffs. "There's no way Hunter is done with you. I'm sure that whatever was said—"
"Let's just drop it. He's insisting he'll see me to safety, and I don't want to make things anymore uncomfortable for him than they have to be."
"But—"
I close my eyes. "Please. It hurts too bad to keep hashing it out."
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. So how should we make these plantains?"
