Kaelen’s POV
It was two in the morning, and I was pacing the floor of my private study like a caged animal. My skin felt like it was really on fire, a constant, annoying heat that started behind my neck and spread all the way down to my fingertips.
I tugged at the collar of my shirt, ripping open the top two buttons just to get some air, but it didn't help. The air inside the room wasn't the problem. The problem was the invisible, heavy chain wrapped around my soul, and the girl sitting on the other end of it.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't sit still. Every time I tried to stop moving, this strong spike of restlessness shot through my veins, forcing me back onto my feet.
The door to the study groaned open, and Idris walked in, carrying a thick stack of security reports. He looked worn
