Page 41 of Chasing the Night

“Well… why the fuck do you let her keep on doing it? Aren’t you afraid…”?

“Afraid of what?” I chuckled. “That she will get better?”

“You’re training her?” he whispered in disbelief.

My eyes met his, but I revealed nothing.

“It’s almost comical. You’re watching her watch you. And Uncle Icarus and Atticus are constantly peeking her way… It’s amazing anyone misses anything,” Ender rambled, letting his head tip back against the sofa.

“Icarus is still here?” I mumbled, fighting the narcotic induced fog to follow along.

“Mhm,” he murmured, already half asleep. “Can’t take his eye off her…”

I finished my drink to the gentle rhythmic breathing and threw a cover over him on my way out.