KANE'S POV
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers...it didn’t. It was just plaster and paint like everything else in my life lately, surface-deep and meaningless.
Sleep wouldn’t come, it hadn’t come for days, weeks maybe. Not without the little white pills that dulled the noise in my head and knocked me out.
And of course, tonight, the bottle was empty. I’d forgotten to call the damn pharmacy, again.
I turned to my side, nothing. Switched again, still nothing. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to shut up.
Zane’s voice kept echoing, his smug face. Aria’s shoulders trembling under pressure she shouldn’t have had to bear. The way her face fell when he called her that word.
And that forehead kiss... the one I stupidly gave her. God, what was that?
I sat up
