Chapter 89
Kael
Kael didn't understand what hit him first, the pressure or the recognition, because the moment it touched him, something inside him reacted before his thoughts could catch up. His breath broke sharply as his body tensed, the storm surging inward instead of outward.
It wasn't resisting, it was answering, like something in him already knew how.
Kael staggered half a step, his vision flickering at the edges as something deeper pushed forward under his control. The reaction wasn't wild or unstable, and that alone made something in him turn cold.
It felt deliberate.
His hand clenched hard enough to hurt, his pulse spiking as the pressure pressed further into him. For a second, just a second, it didn't feel like something attacking him.
It felt like something reaching something it already knew.
"No," Kael said, his voice rough as he forced himself to hold his ground.
The presence didn't pull back.
