Kaida
It was Dahlia’s voice that stirred me from my restless sleep, her soft words pulling me out of the haze. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked against the light pouring through the curtains. The puffiness under my eyes made it clear I had cried myself to sleep, but I didn’t remember doing so. I only remembered the overwhelming emotions from last night—the anger, the embarrassment, and the fear that my carefully built walls had started to crumble.
“Kaida,” Dahlia said gently, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Bastian told me what happened last night.”
I groaned inwardly, wishing I could bury myself under the covers and avoid the conversation altogether. The last thing I wanted to do was relive the moment when I’d snapped at him. I had felt justified in my anger then, but now, in the
