Kael was still lying on the grass when he felt a shadow fall on his face.
"...Eva," he murmured, without opening his eyes. "If you're going to kill me, do it quickly. Save your energy."
"Dramatic," she replied immediately. "You were gone for months and came back even more whiny."
He slowly opened one eye.
Eva was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, her smile too wide to be reassuring. The wind ruffled her hair, and for a moment Kael had the distinct feeling that all of this—the hill, the sky, the sudden calm—was just the interlude before chaos.
"Where are we?" he asked, sitting up carefully.
"My favorite place to talk," she said. "Away from responsible adults trying to stop me from kidnapping you."
"That's not a good sign."
Eva ignored him.
She threw herself down beside him, too close, naturally too close, as if there had never been any distance between them.
"So," she began, resting her chin on her hands, "let's do a quick review."
Kael sighed.
"Review… what?"
