I swallowed. I’d meant to lighten the mood, but that had been a dumb thing to bring up. “Um. Yeah. I mean, I didn’t really do anything to…” I wanted to play up the fact that I was technically a convict as something funny, but from the look of complete horror on Lorne’s face, there was no way he’d ever think it was a joke. “Declan didn’t tell you?”

His jaw ticced once. Twice. And a third time before he spoke. “No. No, he’s been completely evasive when giving information about you. I got the one phone call with you on Earth, and that was it. The next thing I received was Ahiga’s message.” He pressed his hand against another door, and it slid open. Inside was the kitchen. There were some cabinets and a storage locker that had to hold food. A small round table with four chairs took up the middle of the room.

Lorne pulled out a chair. “Sit.” His word was clipped.

I quickly sat before I could upset him any more than I already had. He’d come here—risked everything—for me, and now he was pissed. I knew I’d messed this up, but I couldn’t unsay it. I couldn’t change the past. No matter how much I wished prison and Abaddon had never happened, it had. That’s why we were both here.

Lorne grabbed a glass bottle from one cabinet. “Water.”

The glass was cool in my hand. “Thank you.” I wanted to say something else, but he spun back and started messing with some of the cabinets.

I wasn’t sure how he did it, but a moment later there was a miniature roasted chicken—although it could’ve been some other Aunare bird—and what looked like roasted potatoes, along with some purple and red leafy vegetable I’d never seen before. He opened another cabinet and twisted off a chunk of bread.

“This okay?” He asked as he looked back at the kitchen as if wondering what else he could fix me. “I didn’t ask if you liked meat, and I could—”

“Please. This is perfect.” Roasted chicken was my favorite, and this looked close enough. I stared down at it for a second, twisting the plate while I stalled. “Perfect, but…” I met his anger-filled gaze. “I did something wrong, didn’t I?”

“No.” He closed his eyes for a second, taking a breath. When he opened his eyes again, his perfectly cool, calm mask was in place. “No. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

I couldn’t look at him anymore. He was lying. He said he wasn’t mad, but when I looked at him, all I saw was anger still burning in his eyes. I stared at the food in front of me, and suddenly I wasn’t sure if I could eat it.