By the time I reached the packhouse, I was half-crawling. My legs barely listened. My hands shook every time I tried to steady myself on the wall. The dirt from the training field clung to my clothes and my hair was plastered to my face with sweat and blood.
The door swung open before I could touch it. Kael stood there first, eyes wide, then narrowing into fury. Behind him, Ryn and Soren moved fast, and even Jace’s calm expression cracked into disbelief.
“Kaia.” Kael snapped, his voice sharp. “What the f**k did he do to you?”
I brushed past him and dropped onto the couch. The world tilted a little. “Training.”
“Training?” Ryn’s tone was pure venom. “You look like you got dragged behind a truck.”
“I said leave it.” I muttered, trying to breathe. “It’s fine.”
“Fine?” Soren’s voice brok
