Carissa pulled back. “You told him?”
Ryther cleared his throat. “Told him what?”
“Well…” Mera grimaced. “I might have mentioned… certain things. But we can trust him.”
“You’ve known him for how long, Mera?” Carissa’s words escaped past her gritted teeth. Foolish, besotted girl. Why couldn’t Elon have saved a war-hardened warrior? A master of espionage? Or at least a lock-picking thief. Someone with some degree of sense.
Mera’s face flared with red. “I can see that you’re upset…”
“Upset? Upset? If you think I’m merely upset, then I don’t think you see anything.” Carissa released a slow breath. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Mera stepped back, and Carissa slipped past her into the room. Tian was propped up with pillows, his arm wrapped in bandages.
Carissa stopped at the bedside, her arms folded. “Tian. I’m glad to see you’re doing better.”
He nodded slowly, his expression growing wary. “Yes. Mera was speaking to me…”
“I heard.” Carissa forced a laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “I hope you won’t take anything she’s said too seriously. You know how she likes to talk.”
Tian’s brows dipped into a frown, while Mera gasped behind her.