ARIA WINTERS
Kael makes me say everything in my head out loud.
We're in his office, it's past midnight, and he's got the burned ledger page on the desk next to my mother's journal, lining them up like evidence in a murder case, which I guess is exactly what this is.
"Walk me through the night you got the tattoo," he says. "Everything. Don't skip anything because it seems small."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
I want to argue with him. I really do. But he's got that look on his face, that cold look that means he's already half-assembled a theory in his head and he needs my words to finish it.
Besides, I'm trying not to let my emotions override my brains anymore. He's shown times without number that he doesn't care. And even though I know the mate bond is pulling him too, just like it's
