The pacing above them was more than either could ignore.
“Viens,” Evelyn said. “Marc is waiting.”
“You always know,” Clara said after shouldering her backpack.
“Bien sûr,” Evelyn said. “We tightened our bond after we were separated during an attack in Nouvelle France.”
“So, that’s why you didn’t call Marc to let him know you were safe,” Clara said.
“Oui,” Evelyn said. “That’s also why he didn’t come down here after you pushed me against the wall.”
“It might have ruined the mood,” Clara said.
“Just a smidge,” Evelyn replied before smirking.