(Adelaide)
Almost a smile. Almost.
“What do you propose?” Cael asked.
“You said he’d be furious if he found you here,” she said. “If you help me—bring me clothes that aren’t made out of his fur, tell me what’s happening out there, warn me if he… changes again—I won’t tell him about you.”
“You think he doesn’t already know?” Cael asked quietly.
The question stiffened every muscle in her body.
“Does he?” she asked, voice small.
Cael’s gaze softened by a fraction. “No,” he said. “Not yet. He has been… occupied.”
She hated how relief made her knees weak. Heat rushed to her face, ashamed of how much she cared whether the Devil’s attention was on her or not.
“Then we understand each other,” she said quickly, covering it with sarcasm. “I keep your little rebellion a secret. In return, yo
