Kael
Rhett Thatcher stood in the doorway, and behind him loomed one of the academy's sentinels.
"Let him go, Marcus. Find someone else to play with."
Marcus sighed, rolling his eyes. "I thought you were dead. Seems you survived this time. It's always one trip to the hospital or the other. What's going on with you? Are you sick?" Marcus mocked.
"Go and pick on someone your size," Rhett replied, ignoring his lame bait. "If I see you near Eamon again, I won't be so gentle."
Then Rhett turned to the man behind him and nodded toward Marcus. The man moved, and in seconds, he lifted Marcus, carrying him out of the stairwell.
"This isn't over!" Marcus called back. "He belongs to me."
Once they were gone, Rhett turned to Eamon, his tone softening.
"I heard what happened," he said softly. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, Rhett!" Eamon broke into fresh sobs and, without hesitation, threw himself into Rhett's arms. "Thank the goddess, you're here. I was so scared."
