Kaelira’s POV
I didn’t wait. The moment I felt him, I moved. Fast and sharp.
Anger still sat too close to the surface, coiled tight beneath my ribs, refusing to settle.
The vision hadn’t faded the way the others did. It clung. Every detail. Every scream.
Every face.
Including his.
I pushed the door open without knocking. He was already there, of course he was.
Standing like he owned the space, like nothing had just shattered between us. My chest rose once, steadying. Then I stepped in fully.
“You saw it.”
No greeting.
No hesitation.
His gaze shifted to me slowly.
“I don’t know what you think of you…”
“Don’t.” My voice cut in, sharp. “Don’t lie.”
Silence.
Thick.
Heavy.
He watched me like he was weighing something.
It irritated me more than it should have.
“You felt it,”
