Elara suddenly grabbed Kael by the front of his shirt and shoved him hard against the garden wall, her fingers twisting the fabric tightly as her glowing star mark flared with silver light.
Kael’s back hit the stone with a thud, his warm amber eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t push her away. He simply held still, hands raised slightly at his sides. “Elara… what are you doing?”
Thorne and Ronan appeared almost instantly from the garden path, their footsteps quick on the gravel. Thorne’s silver-streaked dark hair caught the moonlight as he stopped a few feet away, his commanding presence filling the space. “Elara, let him go. Talk to us.”
Ronan, messy dark hair falling into his sharp eyes, moved to her side but didn’t touch her. “If he did something, tell us. We’re right here.”
Elara’
