KAEL
I stormed out of the healers’ tent, my blood boiling so hot it felt like my skin might split.
Every step was too hard, too loud, the crunch of my boots on the dry ground matching the pounding in my skull. The air outside was cold, but I barely felt it, rage kept me warm. My chest rose and fell too fast, my breaths too sharp.
I didn’t care who saw me like this. Zane was the only thing on my mind at that moment.
The second healers’ tent was only a few paces away, but the closer I got, the heavier my legs became. I could see the door of the entrance, open still, waiting.
When I reached it, my knees almost buckled. I stopped, too suddenly, and my hands shook at my sides. For a moment, I thought my chest might cave in under the weight pressing down on it.
“Kael?”
I turned slightly
