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The night was colder than usual — crisp, sharp, almost metallic.
Aelinne's breath fogged the air as she tightened her cloak around her shoulders.
She shouldn't have been out here.
Not alone.
Not after what happened.
But her room felt suffocating… and her magic wouldn't calm down.
She needed space.
She needed breathing room.
She needed—
She froze.
A presence pressed against her senses like a shadow stretching across the entire street.
He stepped out of the darkness, moonlight catching in his silver eyes.
Draviel.
He looked even more dangerous at night.
Not because of his power — but because he didn't bother hiding it.
His gaze locked onto her instantly.
As if she were the only thing in this entire world that had his attention.
Aelinne's stomach twisted.
Why him?
Why now?
Why did he make her feel like the ground was thinner beneath her feet?
Kael's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her face, then her posture, then the faint shimmer of magic humming beneath her skin.
"You again," he said, voice low.
Not surprised.
Not pleased.
Just… irritated.
But also suspicious — sharply, intensely suspicious.
She swallowed.
"I—I'm just getting some air," Aelinne replied, forcing her voice not to shake.
Kael tilted his head.
"I'm not doing anything wrong," she added, more defensively this time, lifting her chin.
Something flickered in his eyes at that. Annoyance.
Maybe amusement.
Maybe both.
"You say that," Kael murmured, taking a deliberate step forward, "yet your heart is beating… like someone hiding something."
Aelinne stiffened.
He could sense that?
Her breath hitched, and that made his lips curve in the faintest smirk — not friendly, not warm.
Predatory.
"You flinched," Kael said softly. "Why?"
"I didn't—"
"You did."
Another step toward her.
Aelinne's feet moved back on instinct.
He laughed under his breath.
Not kindly.
Not cruelly.
Just knowing.
"If you were truly healed," he said, "you wouldn't react like that."
Before she could argue, his hand shot forward — faster than she could dodge.
His fingers wrapped around her wrist.
Firm.
Cold.
Exact.
Aelinne inhaled sharply.
Not because of pain — but because of the jolt that shot up her arm the moment he touched her.
Kael didn't react, but something in his expression… tightened.
He turned her wrist slightly, examining her like she was a puzzle he intended to solve.
No — like she was a threat he intended to dismantle.
Her skin tingled under his touch.
Her magic shifted beneath her ribs, restless, alert.
"Your wounds," Kael said slowly, "should not be healed this quickly."
Aelinne's breath trembled.
"I—I don't know what you're talking about."
His eyes lifted, sharp and cutting.
"Liar."
It wasn't shouted.
It wasn't hissed.
It was whispered like a truth he could taste on the air.
Aelinne yanked her hand back so fast she stumbled.
He let her go, but his gaze never left her — like a hawk tracking a rabbit.
She opened her mouth to deny it again—
—and the world changed.
A sudden, violent snap of energy crackled between them.
A heat scorched through the cold air, invisible but undeniable.
Aelinne gasped.
Kael's eyes widened.
And then —
Something yanked them toward each other.
Not physically.
Not magically.
Not consciously.
Something deeper.
Older.
The bond.
Their fingertips brushed as they swayed slightly forward, and the moment they touched —
A surge.
Like a heartbeat outside their bodies.
Like the universe shoving them together.
Like a tether that had always been there suddenly uncoiling.
Aelinne's chest tightened painfully.
Kael staggered half a step forward before catching himself, his hand flying to his sternum as if something punched through him from the inside.
"What… was that?" he demanded, voice rasping.
Aelinne shook her head, terrified, breathless.
"I don't know—I don't—"
Her knees trembled.
Her magic pulsed wildly, reaching toward him even as she pulled back.
Kael stared at her. Not with hatred. Not with anger.
But with something far worse:
Recognition he shouldn't have.
Understanding he couldn't explain.
A threat he couldn't categorize.
He swallowed, trying to steady his breath.
His voice came out quieter, rougher, almost broken:
"Why do you affect me like this?"
Aelinne froze.
"I don't," she whispered.
He laughed — dark, humorless, frustrated.
"You do."
His jaw clenched.
"And I don't like it."
The air grew tighter between them, buzzing with tension that felt like it could split the street in half.
Aelinne took a shaky step back.
Kael watched her like he wasn't sure if he wanted to follow… or run.
Like she was the beginning of something he wasn't ready for.
And something he deeply feared.
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