Aleah remained motionless where she stood on the other side of the kitchen island. Her legs felt both weak like jelly and anchored with lead shoes. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She imagined if her skin had been lighter, she would have looked like a ripe tomato by now.
Thankfully, Kade looked as troubled as she did, despite him holding her with his intense gaze. She didn’t miss how he clenched his hands into fists, only to uncurl them again and flex his fingers on the marble surface. There was a tick in his jaw as though he had it clenched and the muscles protested. A large part of Aleah found that satisfying. It would have been so unfair if she were the only one finding it hard to breathe after the bomb he had dropped on them.
His unfinished question lingered in the air, chargin
