Chapter 17

Kael's POV

"Twice, Kael. "

My jaw locks.

I reach for the bread. Bite into it. Too sweet. The Hollow always overdoes the sugar.

But warmth sits in my chest for a few seconds. I let it.

"Rook."

"Yeah."

"She's carrying something on her skin. Not hers. Alpha Command. Punitive grade."

Rook's hand...