Thoren
The castle had barely disappeared behind the trees before Kael checked his phone for the third time.
“Drake has not messaged you in the last four minutes,” I said from the passenger seat. “I believe he remains capable of supervising one woman in a bed.”
Kael lowered the phone without looking at me. “I was checking the security reports.”
“Of course.”
He drove in silence for several seconds, his hands steady on the wheel while the vehicle followed the narrow road toward Blackstone. Two guard vehicles traveled behind us, close enough to respond if needed without turning our arrival into a military occupation.
I watched him from the corner of my eye.
“Your face turned red.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “No, it didn’t.”
“It did.”
“I was standing in a warm room.”
“You were standing be
