"What are you thinking about?" I ask Dorian's profile where he lounges beside me in a reclining pool chair along the hotel's sunny poolside the following morning.
After everything else that's happened in the last day, it should seem strange that we two gravitate here. While Sean meets with the other pack leaders, establishing the means to address the crises facing the displaced Desert pack, this is where our unspoken understanding led us to await him.
He turns an inscrutable golden gaze upon me. "I was thinking about the South China Sea."
Lowering my sunglasses along my nose, I sit up, curling my legs under me on the reclining patio chair I occupy. We'd only been in China together for five days, but with all that had happened, his answer is still annoyingly vague. "When?"
A long few seconds tick by with him meeting my direct stare, then his lids lower and he skims my body through narrowed eyes.
