Kael.
“No! No! This isn’t the Elysia that I know. Something feels off about her lately.” I spoke to myself as if I was addressing someone else in the room.
I couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but I always felt a strong feeling that prickled at the back of my neck every time she looked at me, but then she'd smile, or touch my arm, or say my name in that breathless way that made my chest tighten, and I'd convince myself I was imagining things.
“What a stupid way of allowing her to get into my head.” I hauled out words to myself in frustration.
Three days from the training ground, three days of her seeking me out instead of running. I should've been suspicious, should've questioned why the woman who'd slapped me on our wedding night was now running her fingers along my jaw while we sat in the
