Kain Locke
I didn't stop dragging Kael until we were well outside the house. The cold air hit my face, but it didn't do much to cool the heat crawling up my spine.
The second we were far enough, I yanked my hand away from his and turned on him, "What the hell was that back there?"
He looked at me like I'd just asked what color the sky was. "What?"
My jaw clenched. That look on his face, composed, smug, like he didn't just nearly cause a scene in front of everyone, made my blood boil.
"Don't 'what' me," I snapped. "Why were you picking a fight in there?"
Kael shrugged, eyes drifting past me like the conversation didn't matter. "I wasn't."
"You weren't?" I took a step closer. "You provoked him, Kael."
"Yeah, I did," he said, too casually. "Didn't he have some grudge against me as well? I was just helping him show it."
