And then we were back inside Kael’s mother’s house, as Kael took a step back, steadying me with a hand at my waist before I even realized my legs were shaky.
Nova and Calen were already waiting for us in the dining room.
Nova was the first to speak, arms crossed, eyes sharp and gleaming with interest.
“So. You tell me to stay put for one time, and then you have the audacity to come back with power spikes, blood in the air, and that look on your face.” Nova then glanced at me.
“Someone wants to explain to me, before I assume Kael finally snapped and started a war for fun?”
Calen’s gaze swept over me next—checking, assessing.
“Who attacked you?”
“Not Herion,” Kael said immediately, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over my shoulders like it was second nature.
“Didn’t fig
