Kael sat on the sofa as if he were about to be executed.
Straight posture.
Gaze fixed ahead.
An expression too neutral to be natural.
To his right, Amelia embraced his arm as if claiming territory. Her body pressed against his, her fingers intertwined with possessive firmness on his forearm.
To his left, Irelia did something very similar—with a little more force.
Much more.
If she squeezed any harder, she might dislocate his shoulder.
"You're exaggerating…" Kael murmured, keeping his tone calm.
The problem wasn't physical.
He could easily handle it.
The problem was the aura.
Jealousy.
Dense.
Almost palpable.
Amelia buried her face in his shoulder.
"She bit you."
Irelia tightened her grip on his left arm.
"And you let her."
Kael took a deep breath.
"I offered."
Silence.
A heavy silence.
Wrong.
He felt the mistake the moment he finished the sentence.
Irelia slowly raised her face to look at him.
"You… offered?"
Amelia raised her head as well.
"Voluntarily?"
