“You were never not my mate.”
Kael’s words stayed in my head long after he said them.
I wanted to believe him.
I also wanted to hate him.
Both feelings hurt.
I turned away from him.
“If that’s true, why do you look like you’re the one suffering?”
He didn’t answer.
I looked at him again.
“Kael.”
“It’s nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
He sighed.
“I’ve been through worse.”
“That doesn’t answer me.”
I stepped closer.
The light from the window fell across his face.
For the first time, I noticed how tired he looked.
There were dark circles beneath his eyes.
His normally neat hair was slightly messy.
He looked like a man who hadn’t slept properly in days.
Or weeks.
“Have you been sleeping?”
He looked away.
“Enough.”
“How much is enough?”
“Elara.”
I shook my head.
“You look ex
