Clementine:
"Come on. A little sugar is good for you. It'll keep you upbeat," he murmured, smiling at his own words.
He wasn't wrong. I needed the energy. I raised my hand, took it from him, and bit into it.
"I'm sure you didn't bring me here just for this," I said, tilting my head. He nodded in those small, almost secret movements of his, like he was appreciating that I was always aware of my surroundings and the eyes others gave me.
"Are we going to talk about it or not?" he asked.
The way he clicked his tongue and squinted one eye shut made him look cute, but what he meant was heavy for me.
"Are you talking about the mate issue?" I asked, trying to dodge the real subject. He shook his head.
"How is it that every time we go North, we've got a walking encyclopedia with us? How can Ian know everything about the monsters while the rest of us are clueless?"
