KAEL

The pack infirmary was too bright and smelled like antiseptic, and Cora looked exactly how she wanted to look. Small. Pale. Fragile. Tucked into the white hospital bed with an IV in her arm and bandages around her wrists, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her eyes half-closed and glistening with tears that started the second I walked through the door.

I knew what Sera was thinking because I could feel it through the bond — the anger, the suspicion, the furious certainty that this ...