"What were you thinking? That I'm some fool that wouldn't notice you being gone until it's nearly after sundown?" he snapped, pacing back and forth.

"I was thinking that you never let me take a bath and I feel gross. Honestly, you should give it a try sometime," I retorted.

Fynn ran a hand through his hair. I realized he was trying hard to look anywhere but where I sat. He looked over his shoulder, away from me. Maybe I wasn't mistaken when I thought he was checking ...