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Chapter 9
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2025-07-05 07:00:09Kai's POV
"I really don't get why you're so hot headed all the time," Dax growled at me after I snapped at Keira.
"I've made it clear that I don't like her, yet you refuse to respect that," I shot back.
"You need to realize that you're not just one person, and stop being irrational," Riven supported him.
"For someone who's in charge of her bullying, such things shouldn't matter to you," I said, running my hands through my hair. I was in the bathroom at school, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Riven and Dax didn't let my ears rest after I sent Keira going.
I didn't even get what they saw in her.
"What? Are you any better with how you ignore her all the time? Besides, it'll help me become her hero. That's what I'm going for," Riven said back, itching to come to the surface.
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