— ASARAIAH KAINE —I didn’t sleep much that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Yanila’s smirk, her nails digging into my arm, Malrik sitting there too calm as if none of it mattered. My body throbbed with the poison’s ghost, but worse than that, my chest throbbed with something heavier—betrayal I couldn’t shake.By morning, I was already dressed.Simple jeans. A cream blouse. Sunglasses Calla shoved into my hands before she even said good morning. “Trust me,” she chirped, “you’ll thank me later. Nothing screams freedom like hiding your eyes from the world.”She looked like freedom herself—hair glossy, lips painted, a jacket too bold for the hour. She was buzzing, excited like this was her show.Drayan was different.He waited downstairs, dressed in dark slacks and a jacket, no tie, his movements unhurried but deliberate. When his gaze lifted to me on the staircase, I felt it—a pull I wasn’t supposed to feel.“You’re late,” he said, though his voice was calm, almost teasing.I a
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