The next morning, Kael awoke with the weight of her eyes still on him—those curious, persistent eyes of the girl from the martial guild.
She had said nothing else after he ran, but he felt her presence in every corner of the stables since. Like she had been trying to stalk him everyove he takes.
She knew.
Somehow, she saw past the dirt, the silence, the robe that hid what he was. She was not suppose to see it. But she did and now she won't stop bothering him.
And that made her dangerous.
Kael was feeding one of the mares when the stable door creaked open, and the wind rushed in. He didn’t have to turn to know who had arrived. Her steps were light, too measured to belong to a boy like Jarek. She came up behind him quietly, waiting.
“I said stay away from me,” Kael muttered, not bo
