Chapter 18 Eighteen
- KAI
- The reporter doesn’t back down. Instead, he grins like a vulture and thrusts his tablet toward me. On the screen, a video plays...grainy but clear enough. Alora, wrapped in some man’s arms, dancing far too closely. His hands slide over her hips like they own her.
- My chest tightens, not from jealousy but from the sheer audacity. She thought she could play me.