Kael
"No?" my master sounded confused. "No, what?"
"I won't be taking up this job. You can give it to someone else."
Another long stretch of silence as he searched my face as if he was looking for clues to my sudden rebellion. This was the first time I was acting like this.
"Kael, is everything alright? Are the therapy sessions getting to you?"
I didn't answer. I was scared that if I opened my mouth, I might reveal everything to him. About the mate bond, about Charis's true identity, about the way she trembled in her sleep when she slept. Instead, I turned and walked toward the exit.
"Kael, stop!" my master called after me, but I kept walking.
I reached the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. Of course it was. I turned back to face him, my voice dropping to the cold, emotionless tone I'd perfected over years of training.
"Ask them to open the door."
"Not until you explain your erratic behaviour. What's going on, Kael?"
