Kaelith’s POV
I was halfway down the stairs when I stopped.
Damn it.
My hand grazed my chest where I had kept it tucked, Celia’s phone. In the flurry of everything, she must’ve left it behind. My jaw tensed. Why was I even making the effort to return it? She wasn’t worth that. Could’ve left it, how could she easily forget her phone?
I turned, retracing my steps slowly. My shoes were slow on the polished wood, but each tap echoed in my head like a drumbeat I couldn’t silence. I paused at her door, my hand hovering mid-air. It was such a small thing, knocking. Still, it felt like too much.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Finally, I knocked. Three short taps, distant shuffling came from inside before the door cracked open.
Her face appeared, robe clutched tightly to her collarbone, da
