Page 230 of Black Reign

Those almost-black eyes are on me.

“What?”

“You stopped.”

“Oh.”

Brilliant.

Years of holding my own against one of the most intelligent men I've ever encountered, and now that he's standing in front of me in the flesh, apparently my vocabulary has been reduced to vowel sounds.

His gaze moves over my face.

“Dizzy?”

“No.”

“Headache?”

“A little.”

“Nauseous?”

“No.”

“Vision?”

“Fine.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Are you secretly a doctor too?”

“No.”

“You sound like one.”

“I called one.”

I stop walking.

“What?”

“He's waiting upstairs.”

“No.”

Xavier stops too.

His thumb moves once across the back of my hand.

“I wasn't asking.”

There he is.

I almost smile.

“Bossy.”