Kael
This was not good. Not good at all, and—
The door opened.
I must have pushed it without realizing, or maybe my hand had been resting against it hard enough that it had simply given way. Either way, I found myself stepping into the entry hall, the familiar space of my quarters surrounding me.
The door to her room was open.
I moved toward it, my feet carrying me forward almost against my will. And there she was, lying on the bed, her dark hair spread across the pillow.
Her eyes opened as I entered, and she sat up slightly, surprised.
"Kael?" She studied my face, and I saw concern dawn in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said automatically, my voice coming out rough. "I am just tired."
The lie tasted bitter.
Before she could respond or even see through the false words, I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed beside her, kicking off my shoes. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in the curve of her neck.
