The Poisoned Arrow

Elira

I stand in the garden, staring at Kael, his eyes heavy and unreadable, the mate bond pulling at my chest like a tight chain I cannot break.

He walks over, slow and utterly deliberate, and grabs my hands gently now.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice low, almost gentle with me.

I pull my hands away instantly, my scar burning hot beneath my sleeve.

“What is your deal, Kael? Do you truly find it fun doing this to me?” I snap, my voice sharp and biting.

His ...