Drake
Kael kissed me.
That was the part my mind kept circling back to no matter how many times I told myself to stop being ridiculous.
Not the doctor. Not the blood transfusion. Not the silver still slowing the healing in my side. Not even the fact that I had apparently lost enough blood to make multiple people use the phrase “almost died” with alarming confidence.
Kael kissed me.
And the shocking part wasn’t that he wanted to.
I knew he wanted to. I’ve known this. He fights it so hard but it’s obvious.
His body had known it from the start, even if his stubborn brain had been standing between us with a sword and a list of emotionally unavailable reasons why none of this was happening.
I had felt the pull in him every time he looked at me too long. I had smelled the change in his
