Callan
I slid my freshly polished dagger back into its sheath, dropped the soiled rag on Keyja’s kitchen table, and leaned back in my chair. Only a few hours had passed since I’d said goodbye to Madison at the Gate, but I missed her already—not that I would admit that aloud to anyone but her. I shoved away the distractions of my feelings once more and turned to Kaizyn instead. He had been jabbing his wooden spoon into his bowl of stew for nearly fifteen minutes, and he still hadn’t taken a bite.