Keya's POV:
"I am, but... I shouldn't be," I murmured, the confession falling from my lips like ash.
"Why not?" Cara asked, not missing a beat. "They love you, and you love them. So why should you not?" She looked anrgy, for me, with me.
I exhaled shakily, fingers curling into the soft fabric of my tunic. "I told you. The queen doesn't want me with them."
Cara scoffed. Loudly. “Oh, spare me the royal politics, Keya. The queen isn’t the one who’s going to crawl into bed beside these girls. She isn’t the one who’s going to fight beside them. Bleed beside them. They are... it is Rhys and Rafael's choice.”
I glanced up at her. “You don’t get it.”
“I do, actually,” she said, crossing her arms. “More than you think. You're terrified. Because if you let yourself have them... really have the
