Graeme scrutinized the change in the young girl.
The innocent, cloying demeanor of Zoe's that he was so used to seeing had vanished. In its place was pure analytical curiosity. She didn't even seem affected by the fact that he had started to raise her off the floor. Her feet began gently peddling at the absence of the ground, but she was still fixated on August, who—now that he glanced at his mate—seemed to be equally fixated on the girl.
"August?" Graeme called to try drawing her attention.
She was tilting her head, staring at Zoe with concern. He saw her pupils widen suddenly, only a sparkling golden rim left remaining around them.
"Little Red?" he tried. She glanced at him this time, but her eyes snapped back to the young girl in his arms.
"Can you put her down?" she asked and approached them both.
The way she was so focused on Zoe had Graeme's stomach slowly twisting into a knot. Something strange was happening between them.
