Page 313 of Scars of Trust

Don’t stop saying it.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he replies.

I finish checking my mag.

Slide it into place.

Secure.

Precise.

“Looks fine to me.”

A pause.

Then footsteps.

Closer.

I can feel him there now.

Standing just off my shoulder.

Watching.

Waiting.

“You’re rushing,” he says.

“I’m efficient.”

“You’re compensating.”

That—

That hits a nerve.

I glance up then.

Meet his gaze.

Flat.

Unyielding.

“I’m getting ready.”

“For what?” he asks.

My jaw tightens.

“You already know.”

“Say it.”

That almost makes me laugh.

Almost.