Kalen Wraith
I want to go to her, but Tobias shoots me a death glare, silently warning me not to. Lycus also stands before me, arms folded over his chest as we wait for Darius to return. When the door opens, my eyes dart over to it, and Darius steps into the room. His aura is burning hot, threatening to set the room alight.
My mouth opens, and I want to ask if he had hurt her, but I quickly stop myself with another glare from Lycus. Darius removes his shirt and then undoes the buttons on his pants, chucking them in the laundry basket by the door.
“Kalen, I can feel your burning curiosity. She is fine,” Darius says, not that he sounds happy about it.
I know he has a good reason to hate her, but I want to understand. She seemed so excited for years when I spoke to her about finding her
