Avara POV
Alec shadows us like a deranged stalker, not contributing his voice but consistent in the incessant sounds he makes as Landen leads me to wherever we're going. His commentative sound effects to the tune of mockery with a wry scoff there and a scornful snort here.
"I'm sorry," Landen says, more like an announcement than a sincere tribute of remorse.
I look back at him questioningly.
"For whatever reason you're upset at me," he adds.
I nearly bring us all to a halt, my composure struggling to wrangle free from anger's grip.
"You know exactly what you did," I hiss back.