Penelope POV
“Drink it,” Zaria says, shoving a lukewarm glass of lager against my knuckles.
I don't look at her. I keep my eyes on Kael as I tilt my head back and swallow the bitter liquid in three sharp gulps. The glass hits the sticky wood of the booth table with a dull thud.
“When did you crawl out of the woods?” I ask.
Kael leans against the vinyl backrest, his jaw shifting as he tries to hold back a smirk. “Missed me that much, Penelope?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“He made me swear to keep my mouth shut,” Zaria says, her shoulder bumping mine as she slides into the seat next to me. “Kept saying he wanted to see the look on your face when you finished the set.”
I roll my eyes, pulling my legs up onto the bench. “He looks exactly the same. Just wider.”
He has changed, though. The
