*Hazel's POV*
I woke to the sound of hushed whispers and gentle footsteps. Cracking one eye open, I saw Kael ushering the children toward their beds in the back of the camper.
"But I'm not tired," Milo protested, his voice contradicting the yawn that followed.
"It's late," Kael replied firmly. "All of you need rest."
I pushed myself up from the couch, wincing at the stiffness in my neck. "I can help put them to bed."
Kael's head snapped in my direction. "You're awake."
"Obviously," I muttered, standing up.
He crossed the small space in two strides, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I've handled it. Sit back down."
The gentle pressure of his hand wasn't forceful, but the command in his voice was unmistakable. I bristled at his tone.
"I'm perfectly capable of tucking in the kids," I insisted.
Nova peeked around Kael's broad frame. "It's okay, Hazel. We're fine."
