Kael had gone all out. My throat tightened as I turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. The bed was better than the one I had in my father’s house. The woodwork was elegant and strong. The curtains softened the room. The carpet made it warm. It looked like someone had thought about me while making every piece.
The knock came softly. I wiped my face and opened the door. Kael stood there looking worried.
“What is wrong?” he asked.
I punched him in the chest. I had been aiming for his face, but he was too tall, and my anger had poor aim.
“You didn’t come home,” I cried. “You didn’t call. I had to walk to town to search for you. I went to the construction site. I had my heart in my mouth, Kael.”
The tears flowed freely again. Kael pulled me into his chest.
“I am sorry, Sienna,” he
