Rain fell lightly against the palace windows. The storm had started sometime after midnight, covering the royal wing in low thunder and cold silver shadows. Most of the palace slept beneath the sound of rain against stone.
Kael did not. He stood near the balcony of his chambers with his back toward the room, dark shirt half-buttoned, one hand resting against the cold marble railing outside.
Ronan watched him from the couch in silence for several long seconds. Then finally said. “You know I wouldn’t bring this up if I thought I was wrong.”
Kael’s jaw tightened faintly. “I already told you to stop talking about it.”
“And I ignored you.”
“That’s usually your first mistake.”
Ronan sighed quietly before leaning forward slightly, forearms resting against his knees. “You’re reacting exactly
