Chapter 13: Traps and Blades
Alex
Kaelan’s fingers remained locked around Seraphine’s wrist for a moment longer than he actually needed to. I could see the hard tension in his grip and the way his jaw tightened into a straight line before he finally let her go. He stepped forward immediately, placing his tall frame between us like a solid stone wall. He was shielding me, but I didn't want his protection.
His eyes dropped to my face. He looked at me with a searching expression, trying to find a wound or a tear. “Are you all right, Alex?” he asked in a quiet, low voice.
Something inside my chest finally snapped. I didn't want his pity, and I definitely didn't want his help.
I reached out and shoved his chest as hard as I could. It was like trying to move a mountain, but the force of it
