Elijah & Caleb’s POV
The second his eyes looked at us, it felt like the whole air turned cold, like when the fire goes out too fast. Elijah straightened up quickly, his book squished tight against his chest. I copied him, even though my fingers really wanted to grab his hand. The King did say hello… kind of. Just a tiny nod, like we were shadows instead of people.
But it was enough to sting.
Elijah’s gaze darted toward me as if to ask silently, Did we do something wrong? My throat went dry. Maybe. Maybe he was angry with us. Maybe because yesterday we hadn’t joined Myra in her games when she called. We hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings, but she was limping, and we thought it was best not to chase her too much. Still… maybe he thought we ignored her.
I hated that thought.
We followed
