Every time I get close to Kael…
…my heart forgets why I hate him.
The morning sun had barely risen when someone knocked on my bedroom door.
Three sharp knocks.
Before I could answer, the door opened.
Kael walked in as though the room belonged to him.
He was dressed in a fitted black training shirt with dark trousers tucked into heavy boots. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, revealing the faint silver markings that ran along his skin.
He looked more like a warrior than a king.
“Good morning,” he said.
I frowned.
“Do kings usually enter a woman’s room without permission?”
He leaned casually against the doorframe.
“I knocked.”
“You opened the door before I answered.”
“I assumed you were awake.”
“And if I wasn’t?”
A teasing smile appeared on his face.
“Then you would ha
