Nyx's POV
The sharp, rapid rapping on the door set my teeth on edge, followed by a sequence of softer thuds that felt like a mockery of my racing heart.
"Come in," I grunted.
I expected my father for his boring pep talk. But when the door slid open, it revealed Kael instead. He stepped in, looking far too composed for the storm currently raging inside my head.
He stood in front of my dresser, the morning light catching the sharp lines of his face. I stayed under the covers, partially to hide the blatant evidence of my dream and partially because I didn't think I could stand without stumbling.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him slowly.
"I came to speak about earlier," Kael said, his eyes scanning the room but avoiding mine. "I didn't want to misunderstand the situation... or your intentions."
