Kael steps farther into the room, closing the door behind him. The soft click makes my whole body tense. I pull the blanket up to my chin and press myself against the headboard.
“Jasmine,” he says quietly. “You’re shaking.”
I don’t answer.
He takes a slow step toward the bed. Not threatening. Not aggressive. Just careful.
“What happened?”
I stare at the blanket. “Nothing.”
“That’s not true.”
His voice is calm, but there’s an edge under it. Not anger. Worry.
He sits on the edge of the bed, leaving space between us. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to.”
“Something scared you,” he says. “Tell me what it was.”
“I said I don’t want to.”
His jaw tightens, but he keeps his voice soft. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“I don’t need help.”
“You’re curled up in a ba
