Lyra's POV
Kael walked back into the room, his warm smile making my heart flutter despite my exhaustion.
"It's time to get some rest," he said, his voice soft but firm.
Before I could protest or even move, he scooped me into his arms effortlessly.
I stared up at him, confused but too tired to argue. However, instead of heading downstairs toward my room, he carried me down the hallway, his strides purposeful. I blinked, puzzled.
"Kael, where are you taking me?"
He glanced down at me, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"My room," he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't trust you to get enough rest in your room," he replied.
