The knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the anxiety tightening in my chest. I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror before opening the door. I wasn’t wearing anything elegant, just a black blouse and fitted pants—comfortable, functional. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate, but I told myself I didn’t care.
Or at least, I wanted to believe that.
I opened the door.
Kael stood there, imposing as ever, his unreadable gaze fixed on me. He was dressed as simply as always—dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, combat pants. But still… his presence was impossible to ignore.
His eyes traveled over my outfit slowly before extending something toward me.
“For you.”
I looked down at the fabric.
A dress.
Turquoise. Beautiful.
I blinked.
“Kael,
