Kael beams.
Actually beams.
Like I just handed him the moon.
I didn’t mean to say it — home — but the second the word leaves my mouth, his whole expression softens in a way I’ve never seen before. Warm. Proud. Almost relieved.
“Alright,” he says quietly. “Let’s go home.”
The walk back is quiet, but not tense. Kael escorts me with his hand on my waist. Solid. Warm. A presence I’m starting to get used to.
When we reach the house, I head straight for the kitchen. My stomach is growling, and after almost being eaten by Leo, I think I deserve a snack.
Kael follows, leaning against the counter while I rummage through the cabinets.
I find cheese and crackers and start assembling a little plate. Something normal. Something human. Something that doesn’t involve blood.
Kael opens the fridge
