She let out a quiet, involuntary moan, eyes fluttering shut. “Is everything better here?” she murmured to no one in particular.
When she opened her eyes again, Draevyn was watching her with the barest hint of amusement.
“Thank you,” she said, setting the cup down gently. “After breakfast, if someone could just show me the way, I’ll be out of your hair.”
Draevyn leaned back, sipping from his own cup. “You teleported here on your own,” he said. “All you have to do is return the way you arrived.”
Kaelani’s heart sank into her stomach.
The lightness she’d just found in the warmth of coffee dissolved instantly as the reality of Draevyn’s words settled in her chest.
“I… don’t know how I got here,” she admitted quietly, setting the cup down. “I didn’t even know I could teleport. My powers just—appeared. I don’t know how to use them.”
Draevyn’s gaze slid down the length of her jumpsuit again.
“Judging by the… charming ensemble, I’d say wherever you came from, you were the prisoner.”
Kaelani tensed.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowed but not unkind. “What drove you to retreat into the Fae realm? Were you running from someone? And if so… will you be forced to keep running when you return?”
Kaelani hesitated, her fingers curling around the cup once more, not for warmth—but for something to anchor her.
“I was running from the Lycan Council,” she said, voice low. “They planned to send me back to a place that was a living hell for me. And when my powers surfaced… they were afraid. I saw it in their eyes. They didn’t understand what I was. So they tried to lock me away.”
Draevyn’s expression darkened, his mouth twisting with something between disdain and disbelief. “So you want to return… and become their little lab rat?”
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