“What happened to you?” My grandfather asked a beaten down Kaleb, who had a black eye, a split lip and a purpling jaw that looked dislocated. “Did you challenge my granddaughter in a fight?”
“Yes.” We suspiciously answer at the same time.
Kaleb didn’t have to tell me that what happened with Alek was a need to know basis.
“She got you good.” My grandfather complimented, poking at Kaleb’s rib. “Broken ribs too? Marvelous.”
Kaleb and I could barely look at each other as I wordlessly retreated from the infirmary.
I ran all the way to my room and locked myself in. I knew I should be with my father and mother reporting back on my shift and helping with the investigation on the assassination attempt but I was too caught up in my own thoughts about Alek and the identity of Kyle’s destined
