Kaelen's POV
Jaxson didn't need words to understand. He never did. That ability to read the currents in a room like others read maps had always set him apart, though now I wondered if there were deeper reasons behind his intuition.
When Celeste pressed her palm against his chest, he didn't fight it. No arguments, no questions. But I caught the shadow that flickered behind his eyes, something dark and controlled beneath his carefully neutral expression. He took a step back, gave me a brief nod, and planted himself exactly where Celeste wanted him.
I moved past them both into the infirmary.
