17

As I stepped out of the poolhouse, the resonating sound of Kael's commanding voice filled the night air, echoing from the direction of the pavilion. The tone of his voice, once light and playful during what his brothers mockingly called a 'safety meeting,' was now heavy with the weight of leadership. The situation had lost all semblance of humor.

I approached the pavilion quietly, lingering at the back for a moment. Kael's eyes found mine across the space, and I saw a subtle shift in his demeanor, slightly lessening the tension in his shoulders. It made me wonder if my presence could truly bring him any sense of relief or comfort.

In a moment of unexpected boldness, I moved away from the shadows of the back and walked straight to the front, sitting at the table where Kael was orchestrating his plans. Maps and notes were strewn across the table, a tangible sign of the chaos he was trying to control.

Kael paused mid-command, relief flooding his eyes as they met mine. A small smile flick