Charis
"Don't ask," Kael said sharply, glaring at him. "Mind your business."
He brushed past both of us, heading for the front door. "Is my room ready?" he called over his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's ready," Rhett shouted back, but Kael was already inside.
I hurried after him, something about his behaviour bothering me. He wasn't usually this short with us, even when he was in a bad mood.
I caught up with him in the hallway and followed him to his room. It was one of the guest rooms in the pack house—Kael stayed here often enough that they just considered it his.
He opened the door and walked in. I followed him.
Kael turned around, surprised to see me there. "What are you doing here?"
"Are you okay?" I asked directly.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." I studied his face. "You look exhausted. And something's wrong. I can tell."
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes. Vulnerability, maybe. Uncertainty. But then it was gone, replaced by his usual careful mask.
