The night was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Kael's skin crawl. Even the wind barely stirred the leaves, and the occasional hoot of an owl only made the silence feel heavier.
He sat at the edge of their makeshift camp, his back pressed against the rough bark of a tree. His muscles were tight, his senses on high alert, even though exhaustion weighed on him like a lead blanket. Nearby, Darius sharpened a dagger with slow, deliberate movements. His expression was unreadable, but Kael knew the man was just as restless.
Darius let out a quiet exhale, breaking the silence. "You should rest."
Kael glanced at him. "So should you."
Darius smirked but didn't argue. Instead, he tested the edge of his dagger against his fingertip. "You're thinking too loud."
Kael huffed a short, humorless laugh. "Didn't know that was a thing."
Darius shrugged. "With you, it is." His eyes flickered toward Sienna before landing back on Kael. "You feel it, don't you?"
Kael tensed. "Feel what?"
