A shelf shifted to the side to catch me, and I jumped at the sudden movement, staring at what looked like a recycled cabinet full of jewelry boxes. Mael chuckled as he shut the door behind me, the glow of his ring fading with the design etched into the wood. “Yeah, sorry, she does that sometimes. The Kid and I have awful coordination. She’s learned to kind of compensate for it.” “Oh, well, thank you?” I awkwardly patted the shelf, trying to ignore the way my ears burned when Mael gave me that small, amused smile of his.
