Khael's POV
The academy's medical room smelled faintly of antiseptic and dried herbs. Sunlight spilled through the tall, narrow windows, cutting warm lines across the tile floor. On the padded cot in the center of the room, the dog lay still its injuries cleaned and bandaged, its breathing steady now.
Ceyla stood with her arms crossed, jaw tight.
"Tsk… if I find out who did this, I'll kill him."
Kaen, leaning against the wall, arched a brow.
"Why would you assume it's a him? What if it's a girl?"
I glanced at him, then shook my head slowly.
"Tsk, if I say it's a boy, it's a boy!" Ceyla snapped, not even looking at him.
Kaen sighed.
"Again—how do you just assume it's a boy?"
(Shit… I'm getting too old for this. They bicker like little kids.)
Ceyla's gaze flicked to Kaen.
"You must be Kaen."
"Yeah. And you… you're Ceyla Nox."
I stepped forward. "Alright, everyone, just calm down, okay?"
