I’d barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the movie. Kaius’s face. The bulge in his pants. My own hand creeping higher on my thigh. Zane’s suspicious gaze cutting through my lies like they were made of paper.
I dragged myself out of bed feeling worse than when I’d collapsed into it.
Leila was leaving that morning, so I could not miss the family breakfast.
When I entered the dining room, Leila was already there. Bright and cheerful and warm in ways that made my guilt sharpen. She fussed over Kaius’s collar.
“You’re going to wrinkle it if you keep fidgeting,” she scolded gently.
“I’m not fidgeting.”
“You absolutely are.”
I slid into my seat as quietly as possible, keeping my eyes on my plate. Zane sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as he meth
