LIORA’S POV
I woke up with a splitting headache, the result of barely three hours of sleep.
Every time I’d closed my eyes, I’d seen Darren’s face leaning toward me. I felt his lips pressing against mine with that gentleness.
And then my mind would betray me by comparing it to Lucas. To the way he’d kissed me like he wanted to consume me whole, possessive and demanding.
Why had Darren kissed me?
He’d walked me back to my chambers afterward without saying much, just squeezed my hand and told me to sleep well. Like he hadn’t just upended everything between us with that single gesture.
A knock at the door preceded Myra entering, already dressed and ready for the day.
She took one look at me and stopped. “You look terrible.”
“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, pushing myself upright.
