Restless Anticipation

Kaelen stared at him, expression unreadable. Like something ancient had stirred awake beneath the surface.

Silas hesitated again—then added, “And then she asked for your number.”

At that, Kaelen blinked.

“She said you called earlier but it came up private. I forwarded her your personal line.”

“That number,” Kaelen said slowly, his voice is low, “isn’t given to just anyone.”

Silas met his eyes