The door opened again just as I was about to speak, and before either of us could process it, the air in the room shifted... heavy, electric, threaded with that quiet, unmistakable presence that only one man carried.
Kael.
He stood in the doorway, his dark coat still half-buttoned, the faintest trace of wind and rain clinging to him like a scent of distant storms. His eyes flickered from me to Sylas and back again, unreadable, but the sharpness there was unmistakable.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said, though the subtle edge in his tone made it clear he already knew he was.
My heart tripped over itself. "Kael—"
Sylas's chair creaked as he shifted, the ghost of a smirk curling his mouth. "You are," he said flatly. "But I doubt that would matter to you. Since you're the type who takes what he wants, whether or not someone's already got it."
