KESTER.
Silence sat comfortably between us after we were served our meals. The food was nothing more than a prop. It was obvious none of us were hungry after all, for different reasons.
For me, I had no appetite—not for this. My hunger lay elsewhere, in the warm embrace of my obsession, the one who filled my every waking thought, the one who left no room for anyone or anything else.
I couldn't wait to get this over with so I could return to the arms of my Kasmine. She had clouded my mind so much that I couldn't think straight without her.
For Claire, it was different. She couldn't meet my gaze for more than a second without her cheeks flushing, her throat working as she swallowed nothing but nerves. The way she fidgeted, tucking strands of hair behind her ear, running her fingers along
