LOGINNot when I had seen it with my own eyes.Not when I knew what I saw.Riko Kenji Moretti was there that night.He stood over Noah. He didn’t deny it.So why was my father pretending otherwise?I clenched my jaw.“There’s something you’re hiding,” I muttered under my breath.And I was going to find ou
Kai.The cabin had never felt this quiet before. Not even in the years after Noah died.Back then, the silence had been heavy, grief sitting in every corner, clinging to the walls, pressing into my chest until I couldn’t breathe.Now. It felt empty.I sat at the small kitchen table, a cup of coffee
“Or do you want me to say I’m fine,” he continued, his voice rising slightly, “while he stands there mocking me? Threatening me?”Each word felt like it was being thrown at me.“I didn’t come here to—”“Then why are you here?” he snapped.I froze, because I didn’t have a good answer and everything i
“How are you doing?” I finally managed.A low chuckle escaped him and it sent a chill through me.“I’m doing well, Aria,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm so sharp it hurt. “In fact, I’m having a field day today.”My throat tightened.“Why don’t we throw a party after? Celebrate our win.”I bit
Aria.I shouldn’t have been there, I knew that the moment I slipped past security.My heart was racing too fast, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking, not when every instinct told me to turn around and go back to the stands, to Maya, to somewhere safe and far away from him.But I couldn’t.Not after w
“I’m looking forward to it.”My blood boiled, every part of me wanted to lunge at him. To wipe that expression off his face.To make him feel even a fraction of what I had felt for ten years.But I didn’t move.Not yet.Because something in his eyes shifted as those dark brown eyes turned colder and
AriaI lay still in the quiet, wrapped in warmth that should have felt foreign but didn’t. Kai’s breathing had evened out, soft and steady, like the storm inside him had finally gone quiet, for now.His arms were around me, loosely but protectively. I could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest a
He didn’t disagree.We sat on the couch again, a blanket draped over the side in case the cold crept in again. The fire crackled quietly from the corner, casting long shadows on the walls.I tried not to watch him. But I did.And it terrified me how easy this felt.He caught me looking once. I turne
I barged in.The room was quiet, darker than usual with the window blinds half-drawn. The sharp scent of cologne and sweat filled the air, along with something else, faint but familiar. Like pine and storms.Kai was sitting on the edge of the bench, his elbows resting on his knees, looking down at h
Kai Blackthorn.The crunch of cleats hit against the turf as the snap of the ball filled the air, bodies colliding against each other and I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else. Football was my world. The field was the only place my instincts took over without hesitation. Except today. It all fe







