Charis
Kael's shoulders sagged as he seemed to snap out of his drunken state, blinking in confusion as if realising what had just happened.
"I—" Kael started, running his hands through his hair. "I don't know what came over me."
"What came over you?" Slater scoffed. "You go on and on about discipline and integrity and those annoying things you do, yet you wanted to take advantage of him. I'm disappointed, Kael. I didn't take you for that kind of person."
Kael opened his mouth several times, looking from me to Slater and then back to me.
"That was a little too harsh," I sent a mindlink to Slater, already feeling guilty and humiliated from almost losing control. "It's not their fault, my heat…"
"That's not an excuse," Slater interrupted me, speaking out, "You're in h—" he trailed off, casting a wary glance at Kael, who was at the edge of the bed, cradling his head with his hands.
