Lyra
Kael didn’t slow down as he carried me through the hallway. I tried to push against his chest but his grip didn’t move. His arms stayed firm and steady around me like he wasn’t even using strength. The embarrassment grew the longer we walked and I turned my face away from the guards and servants who bowed quickly when we passed.
“Put me down,” I said again, my voice low so no one else would hear.
“No.”
“That’s not a reason,” I muttered.
“I don’t need to give one,” he replied.
That annoyed me even more and I pressed my palm against his chest again in a weak attempt to get free, but he didn’t react. I gave up and covered my face with my hands instead. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this. It felt strange, being carried like I was… fragile.
He walked into a room that was brigh
