I don't see Shayla at breakfast, though Liam is there, sitting at the same table he was at before, digging into his eggs and bacon, seemingly without a care in the world.
Despite searching the dining room between bites of the breakfast I have no interest in eating, I don't see Shayla. Neither do I see Jamison, the man who tried to stop the mating.
"You appear distracted," Nolan murmurs.
I hesitate about asking him where they are but my fear compels me to. "I was looking for Shayla and Jamison."
Nolan sips from his orange juice before he returns the glass to the table and picks up his knife and fork. "Oh, she's about. No need to concern yourself about her."
"What about Jamison?"
He cuts into his pancake and forks the large piece into his mouth before slowly chewing. I wait for him to swallow. "Oh, Jamison? The same."
I study him for several seconds longer, a thread of unease working its way through me. He did something. I don't know how I know it, but I just do.
