Swiftcurrent Creek No one suspects at all

The glance she shot him was sullen; resentful but largely drained of emotion, too, because honestly? Mae felt she hardly ever saw her father. Her uncle was a far larger presence in her life, and bit by bit, the anger of Akavir's continued absence had started to fade into something a little easier to tolerate. She didn't think about him much anymore.

But when she did, she felt only angry. Hi, Akavir, She muttered, eyes darting to where the amber rested under her leg and then back to him. What, did I do something wrong? Why else would he stop to speak to her? Mae pressed the amber more tightly against the ground with her foreleg. She wouldn't let him take it from her. She didn't care if he disliked it; he was never around anyway.