I could still feel the blade coming down every time he touched me.
Morning light spilled across the bed but I had not slept. The vision from the night before sat behind my eyes like a brand. Kairos raising a sword. My own blood on the floor. His face above me. I kept my breathing even when he stirred beside me and reached for my waist.
“You are quiet,” he said against my shoulder. “Too quiet.”
I forced a soft smile and turned toward him. “Just tired. The dinner. Selene. Everything.”
His hand slid up my side. “You pulled away from me last night. Twice. I felt it.”
“I did not mean to.”
“Yes you did.” He sat up and looked down at me. His voice stayed low but the edge was there. “Something changed after that moment in the hall. You looked at me like I was already holding a weapon. Talk t
