ILYANA’S POV
Kael led me out of the packhouse, the firmness and warmth of his hand sending warm, sparkling sensations throughout my body. I don’t think he realized he was holding my hand. The minute I nodded and agreed to come with him, his hand had shot out, wrapping around mine, leading me all the way out of the packhouse, rounding the entire building, stalking through a gate I had never seen and didn’t even know existed until now.
Two guards opened the door, bowing as maids scurried out of the way for us, muttering greetings under their breaths. We kept walking until we arrived at another entrance, a smaller gate this time.
Something fresh and new hit my nose, soft and unfamiliar, and I glanced around to see where it was coming from when Kael’s hand suddenly left mine.
I felt the a
