The air inside the cabin still felt heavy, as if the memory of the previous night lingered in every corner. I ran a hand over my neck, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down my spine at the thought of how close Kael had been. His gaze. His deep voice wrapping around me in the dim light.
I shook my head.
Don’t think about that.
I forced myself to focus on the mess still left to clean, but before I could get out of bed, the door swung open without warning.
Kael.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. Today, he wore a dark short-sleeved shirt and loose pants that barely toned down the intensity of his presence. His hair, still damp, fell messily over his forehead.
He didn’t say anything at first, just watched me.
My pulse quickened.
“Get up,” he finally said,
