Alara
I stormed out of the room, fury bubbling in my chest. My hands trembled as I pushed through the doors of the lounge, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t shake. Kaelen, always so noble, always so devoted to doing the right thing—especially when it came to her. Kaida. It was always about Kaida.
I paced back and forth, trying to calm myself, but the anger only grew stronger. My eyes landed on my phone, and without thinking, I snatched it off the table, dialing the number I knew by heart.
He picked up after the first ring.
“Well, well,” came the voice of my cousin, Drew, on the other end of the line, his tone smug as always. “Didn’t expect to hear from you this soon, Alara. What’s got you all riled up this time?”
I grit my teeth, not in the mood for his casual attitude. “You sai
