KIVA“IF YOU WERE A BOOK, I’D OPEN YOUR LEGS, LICK THE WORD FROM YOUR PAGES AND DRINK ALL YOUR INK” I couldn’t make my legs move any faster up the stairs.Every step felt heavier than the last. The photographs burned behind my eyes. Paige’s voice still sat in my ears, one wrong word and I’ll make sure your fairytale ends tonight. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I reached our chamber door, pushed it open, and stepped inside like I was stepping into someone else’s life. The lamps were low. The bed was turned down. Everything looked the same as it had hours ago, before the world had tilted sideways again.I didn’t hear him until the door shut behind me.“Kiva.”My name in that quiet voice still made my shoulders lock. I turned. Damien stood just inside the room, coat already gone, dark shirt open at the throat. His eyes moved over my face the way they always did when something was wrong—slow, thorough, missing nothing. I tried to smile. It felt wrong on my mouth.“I’m fine.”He crossed
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