Page 66 of Unmasked

He glanced at the food. “I really think you should eat something more solid.”

“And have the horse shake me up? I will eat a good lunch. The morning already passes too fast. We should go. Will you be giving the address before we take off?”

King Lawrence’s brow creased.

“Of course.”

“Excellent. I should go. I will see you there, Your Majesty.” I turned from him, taking in The Reeve drinking coffee from the corner of the room. I headed in his direction, grabbing a spoon on my way, starting to eat my yogurt.

He looked… off.

Too serious.

“You’re learning fast,” Rowan whispered. “Whatever was happening, you took control of that conversation.”

“I did, and I plan to from here on out. How did you sleep? I didn’t even see you and Mark switch places.”

The Reeve made a sound. “The beds are too soft. I slept so hard I didn’t hear a thing. I don’t like that.”

I laughed. “I slept good, myself. I feel great.”

He looked down at the yogurt.

“That’s all you’re eating?”

I groaned. “Not you, too. If it makes you feel any better, I ate a banana before this.”

Rowan paused. “I saw, but what do you mean, not me, too?”

I rolled my eyes. “King Lawrence. I swear, he tries to control everything I do. Down to what I eat.” My lips twisted. “He said I needed to eat more. Like… three times. Eat. Eat. Eat. It’s like he knows…” My eyes widened. “You don’t think he knows, do you?”

Dark eyes went towards the king but came back to me. “I’m not sure.”

“Oh well. I’ll worry about eating a good lunch. Truthfully, I’m not even really hungry, but something is better than nothing.”

Still, The Reeve studied the room, barely looking at me.

“You didn’t tell me I was being watched.”

He barely glanced over.

“It’s for the best.”

“I had a right to know.”

“And you know. He told you.”

My brow creased. I took back in his gaze, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re acting weird.”

Rowan’s stare finally came to me and stayed, but he didn’t speak.

“You are. Rowan, is something wrong?”

His head shook, but still, no words. People were beginning to file out of the door, but I didn’t move.

“I’m going to stand here until you talk, and if that means I miss the hunt, so be it. What is going on?”

“It’s nothing.”