Chapter 186 Unspoken

TESSARA

I could see Benjamix—Benjax, as he had introduced himself and insisted we call him. He did look like Benjax. His face was too open and eager, as though he wanted to be trusted without earning it.

And yet, every time his eyes slid toward me or, worse, toward Callisa, I felt my chest constrict. There was something strange about the way he looked at us. It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't simp