Walking away should have felt liberating.
It should have felt as if finally closing a door that had remained ajar for too long.
Instead, it felt more like being in the eye of a storm, awaiting the chaos to catch up.
I had made it halfway across the training field when I noticed my hands trembling.
Damn it.
I doubled them into fists on my sides, trying to breathe my body down. I was fine.
I had survived worse.
I had survived him.
"Angel!"
Kayden’s voice broke the night, pulling me from my thoughts.
I turned just in time, right as he reached me, his sharp blue eyes scanning my face, searching. He initially didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.
And somehow, that was worse.
Because Kayden knew me.
He knew every scar, every wound, every thing I buried with the elevation dust a
