RAVAYA
I was speechless. I'd always looked at him through the narrow eye of prejudice. I'd believed he was untouchable and cold, incapable of expressing real emotions. But, suddenly, I understood. His silence wasn't arrogance. His coldness wasn't a threat. They were his means of survival.
"Kael—" I breathed, my voice cracking.
"Did you notice? You stopped calling me Mr. Steel," he suddenly said, and I blinked twice.
The statement was so random, it caught me off guard.
So, I stared at him, my heart slamming hard against my ribs.
"Don't feel sorry for me, Ravaya. The last thing I want is your pity. Besides, Evander is right. I'm the dangerous one. You don't know the half of the evil that crosses my mind in a day."
He was deflecting, I realized. It was a conscious act to protect himsel
