So, I shared the visions of war, the warning about the gate. Caleb listened without interrupting, but the further I spoke, the darker his expression became.
"A gate buried beneath the kingdom," he repeated slowly.
"Apparently, the Forgotten is searching for it." I stated.
His jaw tightened as he said, "There are old stories about sealed ruins beneath the northern territories."
That sounded deeply terrible. "Can we not live in a world with normal problems?" I muttered.
Caleb’s thumb remained beneath my eye for a second longer than necessary.
The warmth of his hand against my skin felt dangerous in a way the visions never did. Those at least came with warnings. Caleb came with silver eyes and quiet promises that slipped beneath my defenses before I even realized they were there.
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