Chapter 37

Syria’s POV

I froze.

"Kael," I called out his name, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward me. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was tense, and his eyes, those eyes, narrowed into sharp slits as they locked on me. He looked like he was about to explode from the inside.

"So does that mean you were just meant to fucking use me?" he growled, his voice low, dangerously low, right against my lips.

And just like that, the thrill I ha