Chapter Seventy-Seven

There was something wrong with his fated-mate. Graeven stabbed a few more pasta noodles with his fork and glanced across the table at Kaelith. She was nearly done with her own meal. She continued to stare down at her phone, scrolling mindlessly and ignoring him completely… as she’d been doing all week.

Ever since she’d come back from her visit with Junia, she’d not been herself. Lucar, who Graeve