Keya's POV:
Cara and I practiced for an hour. We were sweaty, laughing, aching, but suddenly... the weight of everything I had been carrying seemed to disappear.
Of course, the ache in my chest hadn’t gone away. It had just… shifted. Became a quiet whisper.
I felt clearer, much clearer, and not like a vague picture.
I had told my truth to Rhys, and now it was their turn to figure it out. I wanted Rhys. I wanted Rafe. I wanted both of them for different reasons. One held my past in his hands like a fragile, burning star... the other felt like a second chance I didn’t know I needed.
But the truth was... I didn’t even know who I was right now. I didn't exactly know where I was going with this anger, this fire slowly burning inside me. For now... I knew one thing.
Punishing James for
