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disturbed by people asking her various questions that she didn’t have the answers to.
    Making her way back up to Kelton’s office, she wanted to see if there was anything that she could do for him. All of this had been very hard on him and she wanted to do all she could to help ease that burden. At the very least, she was sure that he would be in need of emotional support. Kelton may be a big, badass warrior, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel. She knew all too well how much he had taken to heart what happened to Ash.
    Kayleigh had only caught a very brief glimpse of him on his way back into the academy with the rest of the warriors, looking as battered and bruised as the rest of them. At least he was back in one piece. That short glimpse of him had given her reassurance.
    She needed to see him. To touch him. He was her life and it killed her every single time that he went out into the field. This had been a stressful time for her. Waiting had been a killer.
    The warrior life wasn’t easy on her. Waiting around for him to come back from hunting the enemy and worrying if he was going to make it back, it was all hard on her to deal with. Of course, she never had any doubt of his skills as a fighter, but there was always the chance of something else going wrong that was beyond his control.
    However, she had entered into this life and their relationship knowing full well what she was getting herself into. All she could do was pray for him and his comrade and deal quietly with the heartache that his profession caused her.
    When she finally got to his office, it was full to brimming with too many bodies. She couldn’t see Kelton among them. Where was he? Was he alright? All she could see was a mass of limbs, unidentifiable from one another, save for the odd ink design here and there. Pushing her way through the warriors and trainees, she saw Sol and waved.
    “You’re kidding me?” she said when the warrior directed her out to the front reception of the academy. That was the first place she should have actually looked. Seeing the sea of bodies and the constant loud hum of noise, she should have known that he would have been hiding out of the way of the constant phone calls and harassment. Smiling sympathetically at Sol as he rolled his eyes and answered the phone on the desk, she rushed back out of the office.
    There wasn’t any point in sticking around the office and getting in the way. The warriors seemed to have everything in hand. Plus, the council very rarely lowered themselves to actually talk to her. Kayleigh didn’t hold any position of authority at the academy and therefore, she didn’t exist in their eyes.
    Moving quickly through the corridors, she sucked in a breath when she finally saw him. He was stood with his shoulders hunched over, watching the security cameras intently. What remained of his clothes were torn to tatters and streaked with dirt and blood. Bruising was already starting to spread across his bare back, all those defined muscles were tensed to attention. She felt a surge of guilt as her body warmed at the sight of him. He may have looked more than a little dishevelled and battle weary, but the mere sight of him sent waves of longing rushing through her veins.
    “Hey.” She said quietly, smiling at the relief of seeing him in one piece. Yes, he was battered and bruised, but he wasn’t broken.
    “Hey, you.” Kelton turned to face her at the sound of her voice. Smiling even before he’d set eyes on her, he leaned down to kiss her gently on the cheek. With a quick grin, he raised a finger to wipe a smudge of soot that his lips had left on her skin.
    Running a hand softly over his swollen cheek, she saw him wince.
    “Don’t worry. It’s nothing. Just a broken nose. It’ll be good again in no time. It’s just feeling a little tender right now.” He explained. Kayleigh glanced at the remains of the dried blood on his face in concern.
    Turning back to the monitor, “What the
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