91 Trust or Treason? Part 2

~ TARKYN ~

Gar's lips thinned and his eyes kept darting around them as if he expected someone to follow, though he didn't look afraid. "I'm not saying leave for real. I just mean… disappear for a few days. Take your mate on a honeymoon. Give everyone time to think and cool off."

"Gar, I need to talk to her. She needs to understand—"

"No, Tark. You don't. She gets it. I'm sure she does. But it's… it's making her face some stuff and… I think she needs to do that without you."

Tarkyn gaped. "We're in the middle of peace talks!"

Gar snorted. "These aren't peace talks, Tarkyn, and you know it. She needs to be convinced that that walking weapon back there won't take her throat the second her back is turned, and he needs to be convinced that she's human… I mean… You know what I mean."

He did, but he hadn't counted on being removed from the conversation completely. He'd assumed Elreth would be angry—even discipline him. But this?