Chapter 57

• Cesmae's POV
• Kylian’s friends were still gawking at me. The looks they gave—suspicious, scornful, judgmental—burned through my skin like fire. I felt nauseous, my throat dry, my palms sweaty. Iridian’s vicious words played over and over in my head, her insults searing into my soul. I hated her. I hated the way she twisted everything to make me seem like a disgrace.
• But what could I do? I wasn’t about to let them believe her vile lies. If they thought I was some kind of whore, I’d have to clear things up, even if it meant admitting something that might cause even more chaos.