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CHAPTER 38

Author: ROWAN VALE
last update publish date: 2026-08-20 15:59:26

The disinfectant burned like liquid fire as Kael poured it over the gash on my forearm. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the wooden bench in the maintenance shed.

Kael’s hands were steady, but the muscle in his jaw twitched violently with every silent pull of the needle as he stitched the skin together. He kept his head down, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the wound, refusing to look me in the face.

“You’re still pissed,” I rasped, my vo
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