CHAPTER 43: THE NAME THAT BURNED
HAZEL'S POV
I didn't sleep after the training yard.
I went back to my room, lay down, stared at the ceiling, and decided that sleep had officially become an ambush site for gods, dead memories, and emotional nonsense I had not approved or consented to, and I was not going back in there unprotected.
Flora had other opinions.
"Did you see his face when you said it?" she asked, for the third time since we'd left the yard. She was doing that thing where she pretended she was just making casual conversation and we both knew she was absolutely not. "When you said Kael. Did you see—"
"Flora."
"I'm just asking."
"You've asked three times."
"Because you haven't answered three times."
"That's on purpose," I said. "That's me telling you I'm not discussing it."
"You said a name you've never heard before out loud in a training yard at midnight and your mate looked at you like you'd reached into his chest and touched something—"
