When I first woke up, my stomach was screaming louder than my head. Figures—after the merciless pounding Kael had given me, I'd burned through what little energy I had left. He was still sleeping then, chest rising and falling, his face obnoxiously peaceful and unfairly beautiful. I couldn't even nudge him awake.
So I forced myself out of bed, every muscle in my body protesting, my legs barely holding me up. I muttered curses under my breath the entire trek to the kitchen, found pastries, and stuffed one in my mouth right there by the counter. Then, plate in hand, I limped back toward the room.
I wasn't prepared for what I found.
Kael... my unshakable, cold, terrifying Kael... was frantic. He was calling my name, voice sharp, eyes wild, like he'd seen something I couldn't.
"Kael?" I froze in the doorway.
He didn't answer. He lunged. The plate slipped from my hands as he crushed me against him, burying his face into my neck so hard it almost hurt.
