Kael couldn't breathe.
Zarya lay next to him, smiling at the ceiling like she'd just rewritten a holy book.
Reya was banging on his door before he could even get dressed.
She burst in, saw the sheets, the sweat, the grin on Zarya's face.
And she nearly lit the whole room on fire.
"You bonded with her?!"
"It wasn't—" Kael started.
Zarya stretched like a satisfied cat. "It was everything you warned him about, priestess. Maybe more."
Reya's hands trembled. She didn't yell. She didn't cry.
She just looked at Kael like he was becoming the villain of his own story.