(Kaelen)
He's in the kitchen when I come back inside.
Coffee already made — two cups, which means he heard me leave or he woke up and felt the absence through the bond and made an educated guess. He's at the counter with his back to the door, reading something on his phone, and he doesn't turn when I come in but his shoulders do something. That small adjustment that means he's registered me without needing to look.
I sit at the island.
He brings both cups over. Sits across from me.
We look at each other.
"She met me in the south garden," I say.
"I know." He wraps both hands around his cup. "Sora saw her cross the grounds at six-forty."
"And you didn't—"
"I thought you'd want to hear it first." He meets my gaze. "Whatever she had to say."
I look at my coffee. The steam coming off
