Kaelen's POV
The wind blew cold, spreading goosebumps around my unprotected arms. I remained on the balcony, watching the moon slowly peak out.
It's been a few hours since I last spoke with George. His eyes made my heart skip a beat but he quickly lowered his head, leaving me stunned for a moment.
It took me a few minutes standing here to realize one thing —something, I don't know what —but something happened to him in the few days I was away.
George has better control. I had put it off but he was taller than I remembered, more rigid and his eyes, even though soft, had something else dancing in them.
And it didn't look pleasing.
His scent was tainted with something I couldn't describe. Ash, blood, fire, all in one.
“He isn't a monster,” I muttered to myself.
“You don't sound sure.
