|Nieves|
I watched Kairos closely.
The moment we stepped into our bedroom and he carefully set me down on the bed, he immediately pulled away, putting distance between us. The medics moved in without hesitation, tending to my wounds, but I barely noticed them. My attention was locked on Kairos—on the way his jaw remained clenched, on the way his fingers curled into fists before he forced them open again.
He was silent. Completely and utterly silent. And that alone unsettled me.
Even as the attendants helped me clean up, even when I emerged from the bathroom freshly dressed, he hadn’t moved from his spot on the sofa. He sat there, his gaze tracking every movement in the room, sharp and unrelenting, yet he said nothing.
Not a single word.
I had expected a reaction—maybe anger, maybe
