Northstar Vale Adelfí

Zulema’s voice swiveled his ears. Antigone turned his snout toward her, navy eyes latching on her expectant face. She’d asked what he was doing.

Hm.

It was nothing more than a thoughtful grunt from the young man. His sour expression turned back to the frozen runoff. It made his skin crawl. He wanted it to break. He wanted the water to be set loose, to flow freely. Antigone could feel the hairs along his neck prickle with discomfort.

Gotta break the water, he told her roughly.

The boy’s navy gaze swept the area for a stick or a stone.