XLII- Distraction

"It's gone," Greyson said, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked into the lounge. "How is she?"

"After she was in your head she fell asleep," Kal said, looking over at Indianna who was asleep on the couch. "She's burning up and looks like she's in pain."

"You should've told me," Greyson muttered and walked over to Indianna, sitting down next to her, his presence soothing her immediately. "She gets like this when I'm away from her."

"Well, I thought you were a bit preoccupied disposing of the decapitated head," Kal said.

Greyson cursed quietly under his breath and closed his eyes. "I can't believe he sent that to her. He's sick."

"He wants her," Kal said as Greyson started to play with some of Indianna's hair. "We need to figure out why."

Greyson stayed quiet and Kal frowned, looking at him suspiciously. "What?" Greyson asked.

"You just blocked your thoughts off," Kal accused and Greyson shrugged.

"So?"

"You're hiding something."

"No I'm not."

"You know who he is!" Kal gasped. "Yo