Kael’s eyes imperceptibly widen once he sees the person in front of him, brought to her knees by Amarantha’s guards. They’ve never met.

But he’s seen her. Every night. On his dreams. He dreamt about her eyes, her smile, her laugh, before he even knew she was real. Before he even knew she existed. Those glimpses were what kept him fighting, what kept him standing — her, even if he didn’t even know her name.

“There you are,” he smirks, putting back his usual mask of indifference before he shatters completely. His voice is smooth, deep and velvety as he purrs, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”