Nevara
I watched Kael and Drake disappear down the hall, Drake’s voice still carrying back toward us.
“I’m just saying, baby, if the doctor says I need six months of bedrest, who are we to argue with medical professionals?”
Kael’s groan echoed all the way around the corner.
I smiled.
Thoren smiled.
Salas looked like he regretted every decision that had led him here.
Eventually, Thoren cleared his throat.
“Well.”
I blinked.
“Well what?”
“Now that the commotion is over.”
Something in his tone made me suspicious immediately.
Very suspicious.
“Thoren.”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No whatever that tone is.”
He folded his arms.
“Let’s talk about how you just ran from our suite and down the stairs.”
I frowned.
“What?”
“You ran.”
“I walked quickly.”
“You ran.”
“I hurried.”
