Wrapped in My Enemy’s Arms
I could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You’re awake,” Kael’s baritone vibrated through the small space.
“I—” A sharp, white-hot spike of pain lanced through my temples. I stumbled, my knees giving way.
Kael was there in a heartbeat, his hands steadying my waist. “Steady.”
He went rigid, his eyes locked on mine. “Ayla.. your eyes.”
“What?” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Are they bloodshot?”
“They’re silver,” he whispered, his voice laced with disbelief.
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