Chapter 33 Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Chapter 33
Sabrina’s POV
"Let’s go," Kael said, his voice raspy. He gripped my hand and turned, leading me deeper into the camp.
I followed him, my heart racing. Checking gear? In the middle of the night? What was that even about? But I watched his profile. The moonlight hit his face, making his features look sharp—cold and focused.
That was Kael. Even in a moment like this, with the tension thick enough to cut, he still stuck to his routine. He did what had to be done. That discipline, that self-control... it only made me more obsessed with him.
We reached the armory. Kael pushed the door open. It was pitch black inside. He still held my hand as he walked toward the weapon racks and started checking things—actually checking them. He felt every gun, checked the magazines, the safeties, the barrels. I stood there watching him, fighting a smile. Kael Parrish. The Rogue King. The legendary, ruthless warrior. And here he was, in the middle of the night, holding my hand while he "seriously" inspected weapons.
"Done," he finally said. "Everything’s good." He turned toward me. His hand hovered in the air for a second before he slowly dropped it. But he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, angled away from me. I could hear his heart thumping like a drum.
"You’re really..." I started, my voice barely a whisper. "Disciplined."
In the shadows, I saw his face turn red. I couldn’t help it—I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand. I didn’t want to make it too hard on him, so I quickly added, "Let’s go check the vehicles too." Before I could even finish, Kael moved. It was like I’d given him an escape. "Okay." He turned and marched out, almost clipping the doorframe.
But he didn't go to the main garage. He led me to the very edge of the camp. We walked for about five minutes until we reached a hidden, smaller garage. Kael pushed the door open to reveal a Jeep Wrangler.
"This one hasn't moved in a while," he said, his voice steady again. "It’s a backup. We need to test it out." He opened the door. "Get in." I looked at him. He looked dead serious, like he really was just testing the car.
I hopped into the passenger seat. "Let’s go, cowboy," I said.
Kael sat in the driver’s seat and cranked the engine. It roared to life. He slammed on the gas, and the Jeep lurched forward. We were moving fast. I gripped the handle. "Kael! You can’t see!"
"I know."
"Then how are you driving?"
"I listen," he said. "And I feel."
The Jeep flew down the dirt path, bouncing wildly. I hit my head on the roof. "Slow down!"
"Hang on." He wasn't slowing down at all. He took a sharp turn, and my body slammed to the side.
"Kael!" I suddenly screamed. "Front! Rock!"
"Which way?"
"Left! Go right!"
He yanked the steering wheel. The Jeep tilted, tires screaming against the dirt. We flew past the rock, barely missing it. "That was close!" I gasped.
"Keep going," Kael said. "Tell me the road."
I got it. I was his eyes. "Straight ahead! Fifty yards!"
"Then what?"
"Left! Sharp turn!"
Kael tapped the brakes, but just a little. We were still flying. He whipped the wheel, and the Jeep drifted through the turn.
"Uphill!" I kept shouting. "It’s steep! Watch the branch on the right!"
"I hear it," Kael said. He adjusted the steering, missing the tree trunk. He floored the gas. The engine roared, and the wheels spun in the soft dirt, sliding back.
"Push it!" I yelled. "You can do it!"
Kael floored it. The tires finally caught, and the Jeep shot over the crest of the hill.
"Beautiful!" I clapped. Then I saw what was coming. "Wait! Downhill! It’s a huge drop!"
"How steep?"
"At least forty degrees!"
"Hold on."
Kael accelerated. The Jeep took flight. We were actually in the air for at least two seconds. Everything slowed down. I looked at Kael. There was no fear on his face. Just focus and a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
We slammed back down. Hard. Kael kept his hands steady on the wheel as the Jeep rocked violently before stabilizing.
"You’re crazy!" I yelled. "I’m crazy too!"
"We’re both crazy!" I threw my arms out and screamed at the top of my lungs, letting my voice fill the woods.
Soon, the trees cleared. The lake was right there. Kael pulled over by the shore.
"You drive like a maniac," I panted. My heart was still pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins.
"Maybe," he replied simply.
I pushed the door open. The air was fresh. I walked to the edge of the water and looked out.
The mountains were black silhouettes against the night sky. The water lapped gently at the shore. Moonlight danced on the surface, and the stars reflected in the water like scattered diamonds.
Kael walked up and stood beside me. He faced the lake, but he couldn't see it. He couldn't see the moonlight dancing or the stars shimmering. He couldn't see the mountains or the beauty of it all.
My heart tightened. It actually hurt. He should be able to see this. He should see how beautiful the world is. He should see the moon, the stars, and the water. Everything.
But he couldn't.
He stood tall, like always. Like a warrior. Like an Alpha. But in this moment, on this heartbreakingly beautiful night, he looked so lonely.
I wanted to be his eyes. I wanted to describe it all to him, but I knew words wouldn't be enough. I couldn't make him truly "see."
I wanted to do something. I wanted him to know that even if he was blind, he wasn't alone. I was here. I could see him. I could feel him.
I turned to him, looking at his face. A sudden urge hit me. I reached out and cupped his face in my hands.
"I can see you," I whispered. I moved my fingers to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Right here," I said. "I can see this."
Kael’s body jolted. He lifted his hand and covered mine.
"I..." His voice wasn't cold anymore. It held a tenderness I’d never heard before.
"I will see you." His other hand searched until it found my face. His fingertips brushed my cheek, light and careful. His thumb traced my cheekbone, then my jaw, then my lips.
His face drifted closer.
I stood on my tiptoes and leaned in.
Our lips met.