Two days.
That’s how long it had been since he defended her.
And still, Jenna felt like she was suffocating.
Kaelion hadn’t touched her, hadn’t demanded anything, and hadn’t raised his voice once. He simply existed, watching with those quiet, stormy eyes, as if he was waiting for her to either break… or heal.
He was polite, cautious. Respectful in a way that made her more unsettled than if he had demanded her obedience.
And Maren…
That girl was a storm wrapped in sunshine. A whirlwind of kindness and chatter. Jenna should’ve hated her. But Maren made it hard. The way she hummed while braiding Jenna’s hair, the way she dropped extra honey in her tea without asking. The way she looked at her like… she wasn’t broken.
But that didn’t mean Jenna could stay.
Kindness was a trick. She’d l
