I knew he was going to move.
Not because I saw it.
Not because I heard it.
But because something in me had already turned toward him before his weight shifted, before his foot even touched the floor.
By the time Kael took his first step, I was already facing him.
He stopped when I did.
There was no surprise in his expression. No confusion.
Just quiet observation.
Like he had been expecting it.
Like he was waiting to see what I would do with whatever this was.
That irritated me more than anything.
I folded my arms. “You’re staring again.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “You noticed.”
I let out a short breath. “Yeah. That’s becoming a problem.”
Something flickered across his expression—interest, not concern—and that only made it worse.
Silence settled between us.
Not comfortable.
No
