Chapter 8

Liv's POV I prayed not to meet either of them, but I was answered with the worst of them. “Thanks,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he carried the suitcase down the stairs. I followed behind him, my eyes drawn to the way he moved with such ease, like the weight of the world or my baggage didn’t even faze him. When we reached the bottom of the staircase, he set the suitcase down gently and brought out the handle to roll the box. His eyes briefly met mine. His gaze was piercing, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something, but he remained silent. “Why are you helping me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Kaelon’s lips twitched into something that was almost a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let’s just say I prefer not to watch someone struggle unnecessarily.” I frowned, unsure whether to take his words as an insult or a compliment. “I could have managed on my own.” “Of course you coul