KASMINE.
Was it wrong to feel the way I did? Absolutely.
Did I care? I did, once. But now, gazing into the eyes of the man before me, I was gradually getting to the point where I didn't care anymore as his charms wove through me like a spider's thread, gently pulling me closer.
I couldn't help but fall for his tricks.
This was all a trick, wasn't it? It had to be. The Kester I knew would never do any of this for anyone. Not in a thousand years, no matter who they were. But me? Kester Hamilton, the man who barely acknowledged anyone's existence, had taken me shopping? And he even picked out some things he liked for me? And the weirdest part? He was happy doing it!
The Moon Goddess should have told us that this was the year the world would come to an end!
"Come on. We still have the ni
