Kamari's Point of View"The therapist will be in around seven. The doctor says that you might need to see someone earlier than expected, seeing as you are already coping with what took place." My dad said, nursing his cup of coffee in his hands. I nodded. Folded my arms on the table and looked out over the backyard again.Just beyond the trees closest to us, a man nearly..."When do you want to go home?" I asked, finally looking back at him. Gaelan's eyebrows scrunched together. Confusion clouded his eyes. I wanted to wipe his lips from the coffee stain lingering on his upper lip. Dust away the crumbs from the cookies he ate. Forced myself to not linger on the fact that someone thought I was coping well when my insides were on fire most of the time. I was hiding it. Shoving it down, down, down. Well enough, at least, that my parents and a doctor thought I could get my trauma debriefing earlier than expected."I thought you wanted to stay longer." He countered and set his cup down o

Nolan's Point of View Something between us had changed. I could feel it. Kamari could feel it. Even her parents sat mutely and watched as she tucked her palm up to my cheek. Our eyes remained locked. Steadfast. If this was to go anywhere, I had to set boundaries. Ground rules for myself. No jealousy, ever. Clearly, the last time I freaked out about Zayan backfired tremendously on me. Shoved Kamari so far into his arms that I feared I might never reach her. Secondly, support her in every decision she makes. Everything. She said she wanted to carry on with the plan regarding Arik. I understood. Bit my tongue when she told me. Nodded along. Sleeping with Arik would open up a whole lot of doors for her. Gained her a whole lot of money in the process as well. Kamari could finally go to the university she had always dreamed about. Obviously, somewhere down the line, I would offer to pay. But I knew her well enough to know she would never accept. Kamari still felt bad about letting Zaya

Kamari's Point of View The blanket was tucked up to his chin. Made Keanu seem a whole lot smaller than he actually was. A child wrapped comfortably in bed but I knew the brave heart that beat underneath all that. "Why didn't you want Malakai to tuck you in?" I asked, tucking away some stray hairs from his face. Keanu beamed up at me, a rather large gap in his front teeth. One was significantly smaller than the other. He was ten and his grown teeth weren't all in yet. How adorable. "Because I wanted to say goodbye before I left tomorrow morning. Daddy is coming in before the sun is up and I just... I just wanted to say thank you." He stammered and a blush crept up on his cheeks. I cocked up an eyebrow. "However much I appreciate that Nu, if your dad is coming that early you should have been in bed a long time ago. Don't you think? Besides. You had no guarantee that I would even show up to help Malakai." "I knew you would," His little smirk looked almost identical to his older brot

Malakai's Point of View I nearly gave myself away. Fuck. It would have put everything in jeopardy. If Kamari had told Rachel about the plan... "Nolan isn't a topic I like discussing," Kamari replied, eyelashes fluttering across her cheeks. Pink stained her face, moving all the way across to the tips of her ears. It was utterly adorable. "Oh, and why not? Unrequited love?" I jabbed. There was obviously something between them. Something she wanted to keep hidden. For what reason, I couldn't say. But there was a tension. A draw. He looked at her as if she was the last lifeline left on earth. Spoke about her in very much the same way. It almost made me jealous. If I only didn't believe in non-monogamy. Kamari gave me a flat stare then. Shuffled her arms across her chest. I cocked up an eyebrow. This was clearly a subject of contention. One I had hit the button on and wanted to know more about. Here he was, Nolan Grey. From what I heard, the only son of a wealthy and powerful fa

Kamari's Point of View There he was, hinging so close to my face. Clasping my hands in his. Desperation clung to his eyes. He was furious about what I had done to myself. The opened cuticles I had torn off. Blood dotting the outside of my nails. A perfect stranger in my book wanted to know why I was always hurting myself. The explanation felt frail in my mouth. I remained silent. Watched him as he retreated out of my space. He seemed genuine when he asked me to open up but it felt like a wave would crash too hard on my shore. Recoiling, I pulled my hands out of his grasp and faced away from him. Peered at him only from the corners of my eyes. "I think I need to go to bed," I whispered and pushed the martini glass away from me. What had started as a normal conversation between two people ended with my heart about to burst. "You can't carry on running from this," Malakai replied and took his glass in his hand again. Whilst he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down relentle