The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Camille and the sound echoed through the silent hall.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. The tension in the room was so thick that it felt like it was pressing against my lungs. I could still smell the sharp, sour scent of her anger lingering in the air.
Kael did not let go of my wrist immediately. His grip was firm and his skin was hot against mine. I could feel his pulse jumping through his fingertips and it matched the frantic rhythm of my own heart. He was angry but he was also worried. I could feel it through the bond. It was a low, vibrating hum that made my bones ache.
Kael finally released me and turned back to his guests. He picked up his silver goblet and took a long drink. His jaw was set tight and his eyes were like flint. He looked lik
