Kael’s POV
I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips as the memory replayed, crisp and vivid, like a scene from a story only I would find amusing.
Diana.
Brave little thing. She had stood there, trembling in every muscle but defiant in her stance, clutching a tiny kitchen knife like it could actually pierce a hybrid’s heart. Her eyes were wide with terror, but her voice? Holy goddess, it didn’t quiver.
“Come out if you’re not afraid,” she shouted.
Did she really think that toy could harm me?
I could’ve stepped out then. I didn’t.
Because if I had, I wouldn’t have stopped myself from kissing her.
I had shadowed her from Father’s house all the way to Eva’s, my figure swallowed by the night, my presence nothing more than a ripple in the darkness. I didn’t trust anyone to protec
