I kept my eyes forward as they walked along the cracked highway, one hand resting loosely near the knife at my waist. The other hung stiff at my side, fingers twitching every now and then like they couldn't decide if they were tired or just done listening to me.
The road stretched out in front of us like it had somewhere better to be
My leg dragged a little more than I wanted it to.
Come on, Adrian. One foot infront of the other. Don't think too far ahead. Don't make her think she had anything else over you.
But it had been too late.
By the time I looked towards her— she had that…look.
Lila definitely noticed.
She didn't say anything about it.
That was worse.
"You're limping more," she said anyway, after a few seconds.
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
"Didn't ask for a report."
"I'm not reporting," she said, almost sweet. "I'm observing."
I glanced at her.
She smiled.
Not wide. Not exaggerated. Just enough to show she knew exactly what she was doing.
I looked away.
