RAVENNA
I know that voice.
It slid into my awareness like the touch of a dream before waking up. It was Masculine, Familiar and wild.
My eyes fluttered open, stung by the dim light streaming through what looked like rough canvas above me. I turned my head, and then I saw him.
Kael.
He stood by the edge of the tent, steam curling lazily from a mug in his hand. He was shirtless, the lines in his muscle shifting with every small movement. His long, ink-dark hair fell over one shoulder in a damp wave. His posture was effortless, unbothered and powerful. And his eyes, green like the forest in spring, were fixed on me, sharp and unreadable.
My heart tripped over itself.
A part of me wanted to scream in awe, but another part was just stunned. He wasn’t supposed to be here, I wasn’t suppo
