Syria’s POV
“Okay, you two, I’ll leave you here,” the king said as we stopped in our tracks, “I have to get back to the palace. Valentin’s probably looking for me already and I still have to accommodate my friend who just came back.”
I smiled and gave him a tight hug. “Thank you again for everything. Really. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me and my tribe.”
“Of course,” he said, hugging me back just as warmly.
But before the moment could get too sentimental, someone coughed loudly beside us. When I looked to my right, Kael was standing there with that look on his face.
His eyebrows are drawn, with lips pressed tight together, and eyes burning with jealousy.
I almost laughed. “You don’t have to be jealous. He’s your brother. He just treats me like his little sister, right?”
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