Kael’s POV
The brief exchange helped, but it could not erase the decision waiting for me. Sienna deserved to know what was happening. If someone was targeting us, keeping her ignorant would not protect her. It would only stop her from recognising danger. I finished making breakfast, and we ate together. Sienna covered her pancakes with far too much syrup, then accused me of judging her when I looked at the plate.
I washed the dishes afterwards while she returned to the couch. Once the kitchen was clean, I sat beside her. She shifted and placed both feet on my lap without asking. I had been massaging them so often that it had become an unspoken routine. I rested my hands around one swollen foot and drew in a breath.
“Si, I need to tell you something,” I began. “You have to promise you wi
