Kael muttered something filthy under his breath.
But he stood up immediately.
He tossed the salve into my lap. "Put it on yourself. I'll be in the chamber."
I took the jar. I watched him leave.
Only when the door closed did I let out the long, ragged breath I'd been holding.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand.
I picked it up. A message from a number I didn't recognize.
"It's Damien. Save my number."
I stared at it. At those eight clean characters.
A long minute passed before I typed back: "Yes, Lycan King Damien."
He didn't reply.
And Kael never came back to the room.
Driving away, Kael called me to say something at the northern border had gone wrong. He'd have to be gone for a few days.
His voice was clipped. Tense. Bigger trouble than he was letting on.
In a way, it was a
