Keya's POV:
Cara sat beside me in silence, her hand gently resting on my hair, brushing her fingers through the strands like I was something fragile. Maybe I was.
“Should I call them?” she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
I didn’t answer right away. The air felt thick in my lungs, heavy and bitter. My body, already weakened from the breaking of the bond, screamed for comfort, for warmth, for them. But I couldn’t say yes. I couldn’t let myself say yes.
I exhaled slowly. “No. Don’t.”
I wasn’t used to this kind of pain—the kind that sits with you in silence, curling up in your chest, gnawing at every piece of peace you once had. I used to think I was strong. I used to believe I didn’t need love, didn’t want love. I hadn’t asked for it.
I only wanted revenge. To hurt J
