Kael didn't wake up for two days.
His body shut down, too overloaded with Ether bonds pulling in different directions. Four women, four different energies. Passion. Jealousy. Need. Madness.
When he opened his eyes, Reya was at his bedside, silent.
He tried to speak. She shook her head.
"You almost died," she whispered. "Because of us. Because of them."
Kael gripped the sheets. "It's not their fault."
"It is," she said. "And it's yours."
She stood. "You're no longer just a student. You're a storm. And storms don't get to act innocent when they start tearing shit apart."