Elvira
After so many thoughts, I decided to approach Kale and talk to him. Even though that might annoy him more.
I found him in the courtyard, shirtless, swinging a training blade against an invisible enemy like the enemy was himself. Or maybe it was Jaxon or maybe it was me. I stood by the doorframe, my fingers tight around the doorframe, and watched as his muscles rippled with each motion. Every strike felt like punishment. Every breath sounded like resentment.
“Kale,” I called.
He didn’t stop.
“Kale,” I said again, louder this time.
Finally, he paused, just long enough to let the silence scald me. He turned, sweat glistening on his skin, eyes sharp with something wild. There was no sign of emotion there. Just… fury dressed as grief.
“You don’t use honorifics again, I see,” he m
