Chapter 21
Fiasco – noun: a thing that is a complete failure, especially in a ludicrous or humiliating way. My jaw cracked with an ungraceful yawn before I could stop it, and Kael’s hand stilled where it rested against my cheek. “You haven’t slept,” he said, his voice low but certain. I shook my head, looking away. “Tried. Every time I closed my eyes, I see that man.” My throat tightened, the image clawing up from the back of my mind. “It’s like he’s still there, waiting.” Something shifted in Kael’s gaze—softer, but heavier somehow. Without a word, he reached for me, his fingers curling gently around my wrist. He tugged, steady but insistent, until I was kneeling beside him on the bedroll. “Kael—no. You’re injured,” I protested, my hand instinctively going to his side. “You need to rest, not—”
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