"What?" Tila's voice sharpened, her blindfolded head tilting, her cuffed hands twitching behind her back, suspicion flaring despite her exhaustion.
"She told me to cure your phobia of the dark," Kael said, his voice steady, the bed creaking as he shifted. "That's why she helped me build the training room, she wasn't just running errands because I asked her. It was our deal—her request, Tila. I'm doing this because she wants you to be free of it. The one thing, you are the most afraid of that you even sleep with an eye open."
"No, you're lying," Tila snapped, her voice raw, her blindfold skewing slightly, her body tensing. "Lila wouldn't—"
"I'm not lying," Kael cut in, his tone firm but gentle, his powers still calming her pulse. "I don't need to. This is my job—helping you, both of you."
Tila's breath hitched, her voice breaking, a desperate edge.
