I turn sharply to Zeke. "How long have you known?" I whisper accusingly. "Could have said something if you sensed him!"
He straightens with the look that shows that he is a man above reproach—or believes himself to be, at least.
"I warned you now, my Maya, when it was relevant. This man, though, doubtfully is. I sensed his aura, and I felt his dreams. The madness sprouted its roots there, and I doubt this person would be cooperative if he were to wake up. We should go somewhere else, in fact," he says mentally to me.
I huff and shake my head. This man… with all his natural charm, and at moments like this—with all his natural ego. He has that air about him, the air of a lecturer. The air of the man who thinks he's smarter than anyone else. At least in this moment, he does.
This is annoying, but I find solace in annoyance. It's better than this unchecked attraction I was feeling. Maybe even infatuation. Those never end well, do they?
