Shouting at the healer, Veer completely forgot to look at Kaya.
Kaya's gaze drifted to the open door. Without a word, she slipped outside.
By the time Veer realized, she was already gone. Panic shot through him as he rushed after her—only to freeze in shock.
Kaya was no longer staggering. Her posture was straight, steady. Her eyes had lost all warmth, turned cold and unyielding. Her focus locked on the vulture-trapsmen who were lounging around, laughing and talking idly as if nothing mattered.
She strode straight to one of them—Veer's cousin.
"Kaya—" Veer started, but the word caught in his throat.
Kaya placed her hand on the man's shoulder, almost gently, then patted his cheek. As he turned toward her with confusion, she seized his arm and swung him down hard against the rough ground. The crack of impact echoed, and blood streaked across his temple.
