Amy's POV

He ducked down his chin, rubbing it between his fingers as though oh so deeply in thought. "I'm curious too," he said, partially trailing away from a question. "How did he react when he knew you were coming here?" he pressed, eyes suddenly tipped up and bulging with amused curiosity.

I folded my hands over my lap. "I had help, so he didn't need to know how and when I left. I just did."

He tapped his fingers over the opposite forearm. "That's not matching what I've heard from my side. I heard he was badly wounded, a mess really, but you haven't said anything about that even...