Chapter 135

• Dane
• Her question drifted seamlessly—“Did you fuck Kiara?”—stinging deeper than I had thought possible, her tear-stained eyes and trembling lips severing my tether to reality. I stood there, my hand still gripping her jaw, as some other realm faded in and out of my mind, confusion setting in. The room felt narrow and dark; her nude silhouette sprawled on the bed seemed to mock me for the turmoil raging between us. I could feel my insides tightening; anger wrestled with confusion and won, and I bent forward slightly, my voice low, knife-edged: “Who told you that?”
• Lusia shook her head; her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulder, her gaze never faltering as tears built in her eyes. “I want the answer,” she said, her voice chiseled glass—steady, but brittle enough to give way at any moment.