Syria’s POV
"Can you walk?"
I nodded slowly.
“Yeah. Don’t worry too much. I’m okay now.”
I meant it.
After everything I went through, I actually felt better now, better than I had in a long while.
Maybe it was because I’d been staying here, with Kael, for a few days.
He didn’t leave me alone for even a second. He made sure I had everything I needed. Food, water, and clothes. And more than anything, he made sure I didn’t feel alone.
He took care of me.
He looked after me in ways I never expected from someone like him, someone who used to be so rough, especially when it came to s*x. But something changed.
Lately, he’s been… soft. Patient. Almost like he was trying to undo all the damage.
We were walking down the hallway when I finally broke the silence.
“Where are we going?”
