Maya's POV
I felt the tension in my chest ease, just a little. I didn't have to pretend around Kieran anymore. He knew my secret, and he'd promised to keep it. More than that, he had no interest in me. He was in love with Monacae, whoever she was.
That should have been a relief.
It was a relief.
Except for the unwelcome pang of something that felt suspiciously like jealousy twisting in my gut. Why was I even jealous? I shouldn't have anything to do with him.
I shook the thought away, pushing it down where it couldn't bother me.
"I don't think you're as awful as I thought," I admitted, meeting his eyes. "You've saved me more than once. You've treated me like a younger brother, even when I didn't deserve it."
His smile widened, and before I could stop him, he reached over and ruffled
