The sun was setting by the time Kael returned to the Polaris house. The front door swung open with a force that made the walls tremble, and before I even saw him, I could feel the anger radiating through the air.
Calen had gone to his own home after training, leaving the house unusually quiet. I’d been in the living room when the sound of boots against the floorboards made me glance up. Kael stepped inside — tall, tense, his jaw tight, his usually calm eyes burning with something darker. Something evil. He didn’t say a word to me. Just strode past, throwing his jacket on the sofa and unbuttoning his cuffs as he went, and poured himself a heavy drink from the decanter on the counter. The glass clinked sharply against the wood, and the scent of whiskey filled the room.
“Kael?” I asked soft
