“You’re testing me.”
Kael’s voice dropped lower, darker, carrying a warning that echoed through the room.
But I didn’t step back.
“Maybe I am,” I said.
His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, like he was trying to force me to back down without saying another word.
“You shouldn’t,” he said.
“Or what?” I asked.
The question came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take it back.
For a moment, he didn’t respond.
Then—
“Or I’ll stop you,” he said.
A chill ran down my spine.
Not because I didn’t expect it.
But because I knew he meant it.
“You already are,” I replied.
“That’s different.”
“How?” I challenged.
Silence.
Again.
Always silence when the truth stood right between us.
“You don’t understand what’s at stake,” he said.
“Then make me understand,” I insisted.
Another pause.
Another chance for him to say something real.
Something honest.
But he didn’t.
And that was the problem.
“You expect me to trust you,” I said, my voice softer now, “but you won’t even tell me the truth.”
His expression hardened.
“It’s not that simple.”
“It never is with you.”
Frustration tightened in my chest.
“I’m tired,” I admitted.
His gaze softened slightly.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Not just physically,” I added. “Everything.”
And for the first time—
He had nothing to say.