Kael
The tiny laugh that slipped out of me after Drake called me Captain should not have mattered.
Unfortunately, judging by the pleased look that crossed his face, it absolutely did.
I looked away before he could make something out of it, because if there was one thing Drake seemed dangerously skilled at, it was turning the smallest reaction into proof that he was winning.
Maybe he was. Maybe that was the problem. Either way, we had bigger concerns than whether my fated mate had just successfully annoyed a laugh out of me in the middle of hostile territory.
The team was already moving around us, shifting from roadside assessment into combat preparation. The watcher had changed everything. Every second spent beside the vehicles was a second given to the
Purists, and none of us were
