DALA
“Someone called 911?”
I hissed a sigh of relief, “Kai sent you?”
With a half-shrug, Kael responded, “You could say so. Come on, let’s go.”
The more time I spent looking at Kael, the more I recognized that all three of them were vaguely different, and this time, I didn’t mean personality-wise. That subtle exterior and demeanor made it easy to tell who was who, and for Kael right now, he was…meek.
It was so gentle and tender that one would think twice before reaching out to touch him, as if scared to taint his skin. Kael had none of the feistiness of Kai or the ruggedness of Knox.
“You might burn a hole into my skin,” He gently said, not a single raise to his voice. “Are you done shopping?”
Blinking rapidly, I forced my gaze away. “I’m sorry. It’s just…” My voice trailed. “Yes.
