Wane's Arrival

Elira

I look at Kael, standing there in the doorway, his face pale, pain etched deep in his expression from the arrow wound. My breath instantly catches, and before I truly realize it, I am rushing directly toward him, my heart pounding loudly like a drum.

“Are you really okay, Kael?” I ask quickly, my voice sharp and clear, my scar burning hot beneath my sleeve.

He reaches for me, his grip weak but still warm, holding onto my hands as if he is afraid to instantly let go of ...