Orion made it approximately forty feet before Voss fell into step beside him.
Not behind him. Beside him. At the same pace, same stride length, with the particular confidence of someone who'd decided a conversation was happening and was simply waiting for the other party to acknowledge it.
Luna's arm tightened on his.
Orion kept walking. "You're following me."
"Walking the same direction," Voss said.
"Are you."
"Probably not," Voss admitted. "But I'd like to talk."
Orion considered that for a few steps. The training ground was behind them now, the sounds of the remaining siblings doing whatever they were doing fading into the general estate noise. The path ahead branched. Left went back toward the main mansion. Right went toward the outer grounds and eventually his manor.
He went right.
Voss went right.
"Alright," Orion said. "Talk."
