Unsettling Gratitude

Kaelen’s POV

A cold prickle of unease crept over my skin the second Beckett sent Thalia away so we could be alone. Something about his presence set my nerves on edge in the worst possible way. Had I still been a seventeen-year-old boy, I probably would have wet my pants right then and there.

He leaned back and studied me, scanning every line of my face as if searching for an opening or waiting f