I forced a smile at Kairos, hoping—praying—he'd take the hint and introduce himself properly. Instead, he returned their attention with a cold, unreadable stare, as if my friends were no more interesting than the decorations on the wall.
…Yeah. He definitely wasn't going to help.
Whitney, ever the social savior, cleared her throat and stepped in. "U-Um, it's nice to meet you, Sir Cross."
Taking the cue, Angela, Cypher, and Edge followed with polite bows. The kind you give someone powerful, dangerous, or both. Given Kairos' aura, it was probably both.
I let out an awkward laugh, the kind that existed purely to fill dead air. "Haha… right, so—"
'What is wrong with him?' I screamed internally. 'He was acting normal earlier! Does he have a personality disorder or something?!'
"Right, this is Angela Forbes, Whitney Owen—" I started again, determined to salvage this.
