In that moment, I knew that if I was back home in Bon Temps, I would have gone searching through his mind for more details. It was the very same reaction I'd had when Bill first mentioned Lorena, or when Bill had introduced me to Jessica. I hated secrets. Sure, people are entitled to keep certain things private — that's not something I'll ever argue against. But most of the time, secrets didn't help. I kept my own because I knew how people acted around me when I was brazen about things like my telepathy. Because if I acted proudly, people would think I was rooting around in their business and drag me into the mud. It had happened before. But most secrets just make things worse.

I should have been glad anyway, that the island was cutting off any sort of temptation.

Instead, I just turned away with furrowed brows, not sure how to process anything and similarly being denied the very thing I would have done, which would have been to ask Cal to tell me more about this girl.

"Fine," I replied instead, still beyond frustrated as I let my toes graze across the surface of the water. "Sorry I brought it up."