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I touched his chest, and he looked at me. “I’m not ready to talk about Samuel yet,” I said.

“That makes two of us,” he agreed. “But that means we need to talk about our argument.”

I nodded. It was a relief to hear that Night wanted to talk things out. The task had seemed so daunting when I left my mom’s cabin, but after what we’d just experienced, talking things out seemed easy.

“Alright, I’ll get things started.” I took a long sip of my tea and let out a sigh. “So, it’s come to my attention that the two of us have pretty shitty communication skills.”

There was a pause, and he let out a short chuckle. “That might be an understatement, love.”

I laughed with him but sighed again. “I know I’ve got to be better about coming to you when I have an issue. And I think you need to be more open and honest with me about what’s going on with the Wargs. I don’t want you holding anything back from me, and in return, I’ll do the same.” I touched his cheek; it was slightly scruffy. He’d probably shav