Kael didn't argue, his hazel eyes softening, a mix of apology and understanding in his gaze as he met hers. "I know," he said quietly, his voice steady.
Harris let out a thoughtful hum, setting down his cup with a soft clink. "Alright. I'll dig. No promises, but I'll get you whatever I can."
Kael stood, extending his hand, his hazel eyes firm. "Thanks."
Harris shook it, his grip steady, his voice low. "Stay alive, Drayce. You've got enough going on without a war behind your back."
Liss and Kael walked out of the café, the city's noise folding over them like a thick, buzzing curtain, car horns and chatter blending into a familiar hum.
Kael crumpled his empty lemon tea bottle and lobbed it into a nearby trash can without looking, the plastic thudding softly.
Liss was still slurping hers, the paper straw squeaking occasionally as they moved side by side, her hoodie shifting with each step.
