I pushed his face away, still trying to process how I'd gone to sleep in one world and woken in another. Within the hour, I was being escorted off the yacht, Kael's hand firm at my back as if I'd lose myself otherwise. A waiting jeep whisked us away to a hotel that looked more like a palace carved into the island itself.
And then it happened again. A neat line of staff bowed low as soon as we stepped out, murmuring greetings in accented voices. My jaw clenched. I grabbed Kael's ear and yanked it down to my height. "Don't you ever get tired of this charade?"
"No," he said simply, not even blinking.
I let him go, shaking my head. "Weirdo."
