Shattered Loyalties

***Marcella***

I watched silently as Kaelen strapped his holster around his waist. His motions were fluid, practiced. Knife harness over his chest, white button-up thrown over it like armor, disguising a storm.

He hadn’t said more than two words since that last phone call.

Didn’t tell me what it was.

But I knew. I always knew.

Something was wrong.

After Nonna arrived last night, she, Kaelen, and G