Kael was still lounging across a chair like gravity had personally offended him, feet propped on the edge of the table, shadows lazily stretching and retracting at his feet as if they, too, were bored.
I cleared my throat.
Kael didn’t look up.
“If you’re about to ask me why I look devastatingly handsome in low torchlight, the answer is: curse of excellence.”
“I was going to ask about your magical powers,” I said.
That earned me his full attention. His dark brows lifted, golden eyes brightening with unmistakable delight.
“Oh? Taking an interest in my dark, mysterious depths already?”
“I’ve taken an interest in keeping us alive,” I replied.
“You’re a weapon I don’t understand yet.”
He pressed a hand to his chest.
“Veyra, Albireo, buy me dinner first before you reduce me to an i
