Kael’s POV
Ever since the scene outside Fiona’s quarters, I hadn’t been able to shake the gnawing feeling in my gut that had burrowed there in a restless, sour manner, like a wolf pacing behind bars.
I’ve tried to shake it off, telling myself that I made the right choice, but her words about her being a mere maid and how I shouldn’t be seen with her kept replaying.
The insult stung more than I care to admit. Not because it came from Fiona, but because it was Laila’s words she had thrown back at me like she wanted me to know how much pain she was in.
I had looked forward to dinner that night, hoping to mend things with her and make her see Laila wasn’t the enemy here, but she never came.
I thought about sending someone to call her, but Laila’s piercing gaze from across the table stopp
