âReading book covers,â Kale repeated after her slowly, a disbelieving undertone to his voice that showed how much faith he actually had in her words. Then again, she had read the map while they were coming here, and had obviously proven not to be completely useless. Maybe she actually had been reading the book titles. Still, he resolved to keep a closer eye on her, even as he settled into the chair again to await his meeting with the Jordanâs head of family.
His ears he kept cocked however, even under his bandana, and he heard the complete and utter confusion and apprehension lacing her words when she read out a new book title. Why did she sound so surprised? Did she not hear a single of those tales growing up in her Zone? It seemed unlikely, as even the blond had picked up those tales, albeit told a little differently than the ones she was most likely reading inside the book she currently held.
Maybe she actually had been telling the truth about being from another world; heâd held his suspicions, but they grew inside him like a weed, picking through the corners of his conviction and refusing to be weeded out; gaining strength from every clue and hint he picked up from Karaâs words.
His words almost didnât want to come out, but he forced them anyway, intent on knowing exactly what she had meant, and exactly where sheâd originally come from. âKara,â He said evenly, and tried to think if heâd ever actually used her name before this, coming up blank. âAre you really not from here?â Â
He could feel his heart race in his chest, dreading how sheâd answer, and even if heâd still take her words with a grain of salt and still hold his mistrust of her in his outwards interactions, he needed that confirmation. Â
Seeing that Maria had taken up a spot by the wall, keeping himself out of the way, Aaron felt an unbidden nod of approval dip his head. âStaying over there is most likely a very good idea,â he drawled, the lightest hint of a tease in his tone. This was his comfort zone, and even if someone invaded it Aaron still felt more in control and happier while he was in his workshop. Fishing out a pair of his wielding goggles from the pile of metal that decorated his work bench, Aaron snapped them on over his fringe, laying the strands of his brown hair flat on his forehead.
Shedding his jacket and throwing it in the corner of the room, Aaron grabbed a small clockwork bird heâ d been working on for the past week, his hands practiced and careful as he picked up the delicate machinery. His voice became a bit of a distracted mumble as he grabbed a screwdriver, carefully peeling open the birdâs back, but he still managed to move the tool to indicate the small bed he usually slept on when he was too busy with projects.
âYou can sit there if you want to,â he said. Granted, Mariaâd probably have to clear off a ridiculous amount of junk to sit there, but at least it was more comfortable than leaning on the bed, right? It may have been rickety and small, but it was still better than standing up for hours. Â