“Yes, Kael,” I said softly, adjusting myself so I could sit more comfortably against him.
He studied my face for a long moment before asking, “Why?”
“Why do you want him dead?” he continued.
I let out a quiet breath. “Me?”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“It is not for my benefit,” I said calmly. “It is for you.”
“For me?” he asked, disbelief creeping into his voice.
“Of course,” I answered, sliding my hand slowly across his chest. “Just look at you. Look at your injuries.”
I shifted, climbing onto his lap, my movements deliberate. “Do you see what he did to you?”
His jaw tightened.
“Is he not supposed to die for that?” I whispered.
“No,” he said after a pause, turning his face away slightly. “I do not think so.”
I raised a brow. “Wh
