Page 24 of Dark Night of the Soul

She said nothing for a long moment. I huffed.

“Well, what is it?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice yet.”

“Yet? You kept eyeballing me at breakfast,” I said.

“I know. I couldn’t help myself. Grace said he brought you coffee.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I think it’s sweet,” she said, ignoring me. Then she moved into Runner’s Lunge.

“There is nothing sweet about Kincade,” I snapped. Although, last night—

“Uh, huh.”

“Are you going to tell me or not?” There was an edge to my voice I didn’t recognize.

Because she was needling me about Kincade or because I knew she had some intel she didn’t want to share.

It was both.

She moved into Side Angle Pose and met my gaze. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Where’s Silas?” I blurted.

Her face blanched. For a moment, she didn’t answer.

“You know, don’t you?” I pressed.

“He left,” she said, refusing to look at me.

“Let me guess. Kincade knew,” I said.

“He did. Silas came looking for him when he was in here yesterday.”

And she was here, too. A coldness slid into my gut. “They decided. Together.”

“They decided to act first,” she corrected. “Which is on brand for them.”

My hands clenched. Anger sparked. I paced. “When did he leave?”

“Last night,” she said. She moved into Low Plank. “Around dusk.”

I stopped and looked back at her. “Is Silas in danger?”

Ophelia hesitated a fraction.

“Yes,” she said honestly. “But he volunteered.”

That didn’t help. At all. My chest constricted like something had wrapped tight around my ribs.

I blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand down my face. “So that’s it. They go to war, and I pretend to reinforce wards and drink coffee?”

“No,” she said firmly. “That’s not it.”

I looked at her as she lifted to Upward Facing Dog.