Chapter Thirty Five

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~Jada

My fingers burned just touching it.

Looking around, I try again to see through the trees to see who had made the shot, deciding to have me see the letter rather than anyone else. Maybe it's because I'm the only one standing here, or if they had mishot, but regardless, whoever they may be, they have disappeared into the forest, not coming back.

Was it really Kael's mother? The thought makes me shiver. If so, she found Kael's private institute, and is using me as a messenger to get her note to Kael. I'm just not sure why they chose me.

Looking down to at the note, I consider what to do next. There is no way I can keep this from Kael, as curious as I am to look at it.

I can't do that.

The last thing I want to do right now is see Kael. Not with this injuries littering my face with no explanation that won't get me in trouble. However, this might be the first contact he has had from his mother, who the entirety of the Discipline Pack believes died in an accident along with his father when Kael was seventeen, in years.

When I get back to the suite, Kael isn't in there. I peek my head around his door too, but his room is empty. It's mid afternoon, which means he must be dealing with business elsewhere on the property. So I sit down on an ottoman in the middle of the room and wait.

For hours, he didn't show up. Whatever he is doing, it must be important, as evening creeps in, casting shadows through the window.

So I just sit there within the darkness.

Finally, I hear Kael bustle in, turning the light on as he enters. He startles at the sight of me, which I don't blame him for. I still look like a mess. Even if I had makeup here, nothing would do any justice in covering this.

"What happened?" Kael questioned, a flutter of paleness covering his face as he regards me from where he stands across the room.

I don't say anything, letting him approach me cautiously. I'm trying to decide whether he looks disgusted or concerned that I've ended up with these injuries. As he stands in front of me, I watch a muscle in his jaw tick, and I can see him considering how this came to be, and who might have inflicted this.

"Who did this to you?" Kael asks softly, tones of hushed anger linger under his breath. As I stand, I shun down my surprise at his empathetic reaction.

Maybe he also knows we are mates.

"Don't worry about that. There was just a small fight where I came off worse, clearly," I say dismissively, pushing past him, still clutching the letter in my hand from his mother. I'm waiting for him to get this out of his system before I push the letter on him and shock him. Who knows what might be inside it.

"A fight? With the other Silent's?" he questions, eyebrows slightly furrowed, anger brewing within his dark irises. "Which Silent's exactly? They know you're new, they shouldn't be provoking a fight."

I'm not sure what the consequences will be if I shove Zara's name in Kael's face. All I know is I doubt it will go very well. I'll be targeted again by her, and the promise they made to stop bothering me won't matter anymore. So I keep my mouth shut not, refusing to say a word.

As much as I do want to tell him.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore. It won't happen again," I tell him firmly, trying to divert the conversation away from the fight.

Kael still doesn't look convinced. "You injuries look extensive. We have top medical professionals here that can take care of you. I'll take you to them right now so we can ensure it won't get any worse than this."

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