DALTON – POV
Lying is always stupid.
Always.
It’s a blade that cuts both ways—fast in the hand, easy to wield in desperation, but when it turns, it slices you open from the inside.
And Kai? She just wrapped her fingers around that blade and shoved it straight into her own ribs.
I knew she’d done it before she even told me. Our bond made sure of that—there’s no hiding that kind of sharp, metallic taste from me. But I also knew why. She loved them. And when Kai loves, she doesn’t ration it out in safe, measured spoons like a careful mortal.
No.
She loves like a storm breaking loose over the sea—without warning, without mercy, drowning everything in its path.
I knew because I could feel it. Because every time she opened her soul to me—really opened it—I could feel it all. Every pulse,
