Kael's pupils shook. The heat coiling in his stomach, the feeling of Eryn's cold touch against his wrist, sent a wave of relief and something more… inside him—invading him.
It crept into him, weakening the faith he'd live by, loosening the tightly held reins of his belief and practice.
Kael had not intended it, but as he pushed himself upright, his arm moved too forcefully, shoving Eryn away with more strength than necessary. He mumbled a quiet apology while avoiding eye contact with the young mercenary, and then walked away—his steps more careful and steadier this time.
He heard footsteps behind him. He didn't need to look back to know who it was. And really, what could he say? They were heading to the same inn. It wasn't fair to tell Eryn not to follow him when they were staying under the same roof… right?
