CHAPTER 22He comes in.I step back to let him through and he stops just inside the door. Looks at the room. At the lamp I left on. At the chair I have been sitting in for the last hour, not sleeping, not reading, just waiting without admitting I was waiting.He looks at me last."I owe you an apology," he says."Sit down first."He sits. The chair across from mine. We have done this before — two chairs, a small table between us, the careful distance of people who are learning each other slowly. But tonight the distance feels different. Chosen rather than safe."I saw him touch you," Kael says. "And I walked away. That was wrong.""You were hurt.""I was a coward." The word costs him. I can see it. "I have fought wars. I have walked into burning buildings. And I could not stand in a corridor and ask you what happened. Instead I locked a door." He looks at his hands. "That is not who I want to be.""I should have warned you," I say. "About his games. About the way he uses closeness as
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