War at Our Door

Kaelia

“What is it?” I asked, pushing myself up, searching his face for answers.

His whole expression changed in an instant. Cold. Closed-off. Dangerous. I’d seen that look before, never liked it. “I need to take this,” he said.

“Valen…”

“Stay here.” That wasn’t a suggestion. He was already halfway out of bed, pulling on his pants, phone to his ear. “Drago. Talk to me.”

He left the room. Even from