KASMINE.
Kester asked the driver to take me home. And while I could say I was thankful he didn't ride with me, a part of me wished he did.
Call me crazy, but I was beginning to crave the fear he instilled in me. That overwhelming, commanding, dominating aura of his. It wasn't just fear—it was something far darker, far more addictive. A pull I couldn't resist, even though I knew I should have.
"Don't forget to give him this," Claire chirped, breaking my thoughts as she handed me a small gift bag. "Tell him it's a thanksgiving gift to the Moon Goddess, Selene, for my recovery."
I blinked at her, trying to mask the guilt churning in my chest.
Selene's Thanksgiving? Seriously? I would never understand this girl.
Who in their right mind gave Kester gifts under the guise of divine gratitud
