Eve
Kael was almost glaring at Jules as she walked out of the room. He closed the door behind her, and I watched as some of the tension that had bunched his shoulders eased. He sighed deeply, as if bracing himself to do something nerve-wracking.
"Kael?" I called out tentatively, worry gnawing at my gut. "You said you wanted a word?"
When his eyes met mine, his brows were knit together. He looked torn, as if trying to make a decision about something that concerned me. His eyes flicked to the sling on my arm, and his forest greens morphed into a dark teal.
He stalked toward me until we were a few yards apart. "Ellen..." His voice was rough. "How are you?"
At the first question, a bit of relief seeped into my system. I managed a wry smile. "I'm as good as I could possibly be," I replied.
The corner of his mouth twitched up. "Your arm?" he asked.
