KyraI still can’t believe Daylan asked me out this morning. For fuck’s sake, this has to be a dream because I’m losing my mind right now. But why are my eyes fixed on this devil’s lips? Maybe it’s because they remind me of last night’s kiss, that wasn’t just a kiss, it was poison. Steven drugged me, and I’m still high, still drunk on the memory of his lips.My heart skips when I realize Steven’s staring at me.“I told you to end those stupid feelings for Daylan,” he says, with warning.“Well, I like your brother, Steven, and I can’t just stop liking him because you told me to.”“Wow,” he mutters darkly, lighting a cigarette, the flame flashing across his cold eyes. “So now you’re talking back? Our little Kyra’s brave now, huh?”He laugh is bitterly, his hands gripping the wheel tighter as he pushes the car faster. The air turns cold, colder than usual.“No Daylan. From now on,” he says, pulling over.“Well, I—”“I don’t speak twice, Kyra,” he cuts me off, sharp, final. He opens my do
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