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I stared at Kael, and I couldn't believe he was the one who had jumped in to protect me. He was still standing there, but Ophelia was right next to him, looking like she owned the space he breathed in. My skin felt hot, and his coat was heavy. I didn't care that he had just stepped between me and whatever mess was happening in that dining room. All I could see was the way he had been playing the field, smiling at Ophelia while I was out here fighting for my life.
I grabbed the edges of the coat and shoved it off, letting it hit the floor with a dull thud. I didn't look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me.
"Stay away from me, Kael," I said, my voice sounding flat and cold in my own ears. "I don't need your help, and I definitely don't need your clothes."
Kael didn't move, but O
