Chapter 104

• Kael’s Pov
• Zane was recuperating faster than I expected, though the stubborn fool would never admit how much pain he was still in. His skin was knitting back together, the scar faint under his collarbone, but the memory of his words stayed sharper than the wound ever could.
• He swore the one who stabbed him was our own informant. At first, I thought it was the fever talking, the blurred edge of pain making him hallucinate. But his eyes clear, steady, and burning with the same rage I felt told me otherwise.