Thoren
By the time I found Kael, he was not exactly where I expected him to be.
Outside, pacing along the stable fencing with the kind of rigid control that told me his mind was working itself into knots while the rest of him tried very hard to pretend everything was fine.
Several feet away, Drake leaned casually against the fence looking completely unbothered by the entire situation.
Honestly, the contrast between them was almost absurd.
Kael looked like he was one inconvenience away from homicide.
Drake looked like he was having the time of his life.
I crossed the courtyard slowly, boots scraping softly against stone, and neither of them noticed me immediately.
That alone told me how distracted Kael actually was.
“You know,” Drake was saying casually, “if you keep walking holes
