New and Old Meetings 5

Quickly, I returned to my rooms and packed. I had just finished writing my notes and slung my pack on my back when someone pounded on my door.

I heard Kane's voice through the wood, "Kylara and let me in. We need to talk."

With a sigh, I crumpled the note in my hand and opened the door. Kane's face was dark, but swiftly turned white when he saw the pack on my shoulder.

"You hate being with me that much?" He asked. His voice was soft and shook as he spoke. I hated the look of hurt flashing in his eyes.

"No, of course not." I said firmly.

"Liar. Then what's the bag for?" I recognize Ishmael's sarcastic tones.

"I don't hate either one of you, Ishmael. I am just not ready to be claimed, especially by someone who sees me as a weak female." I said coolly. I slid past them and began walking away.