KASMINE.
Why the hell was I letting this get to me?
I had no right to feel this way—no right to feel… jealous. Offended. Hurt.
Gods, I was being so stupid.
I clenched my fists, pressing my nails into my palms, anything to ground myself before my emotions spiraled into something I couldn't control. I wasn't supposed to care. Not about Kester. Not about what—or who—he did behind closed doors.
And yet, the image of him—of her—was burned into my mind, playing in an endless, torturous loop.
I hadn't seen Kester all day. Hell, he hadn't even stepped out of his damn room this morning. He'd told the driver and his guards to take me to the office.
I never meant to knock on his door. I swear I didn't.
But anger was a reckless thing. It had a way of moving my body before my mind could catch u
