Iris:
Kash stretched his arm behind my side of the couch, his gaze steady on me while his other hand rested casually on one knee, bent just slightly.
"I don't think there's any need to go that far," he said at last. "A doctor will be able to help. There's a difference between your mother as a rogue trying to find help and me as the Alpha King."
His words carried calm authority, but the way his eyes lingered on me made my skin prickle.
It felt like he was studying me, searching for something behind my silence.
"Iris is right," my mother cut in. "You'll only be wasting your time. But—just imagine, if we could get the water from the Blue Rivers. Wouldn't that be amazing?"
Somehow, she twisted the conversation back toward it again.
I caught Kash casting her a slow, deliberate glance before his eyes returned to me.
"Well," he murmured, "it seems whatever we thought we knew about the Waters was a lie."
