Leah Carter’s Point of View
The night after I told Kael about the spy, no one slept.
Kael doubled the watch, his orders sharp and short, his voice carrying through the camp like steel against stone. Seraya and the Oracle guarded the inner tents where Emma slept, and Caleb… Caleb had barely said a word since we returned.
He sat apart from everyone, staring into the dying fire, his cloak wrapped tight around him. The faint scar on his chest, Varul’s mark, still glowed dimly through his shirt, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
I watched him from across the camp. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t spoken. When I tried to go to him, Kael shook his head slightly. “Give him time.”
But I knew my brother, silence never meant peace for Caleb, it meant he was fighting something he didn’t know how to ki
