KAEL

I still don’t know what to think of Kael. A part of me wonders if he would decline my request outright. His hands freeze on the doorknob at the mention of my plea, and I hold my breath, fear swirling in my gut at the thought of his reaction. I do not know him well enough to predict what he might do next. But when he suddenly whirls around to face me, his blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that feels almost tangible, a strange certainty washes over me—I somehow know he wouldn’t ...