The next day I sat by the ledge letting the sunlight that streamed through the window warm my skin, staring blankly at the landscape outside.
My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, none of them pleasant, but I welcomed the distraction of the view. It was easier to focus on the trees swaying in the wind than on the confusion swirling in my head. Ever since the night at the club with Lucien, I couldn’t shake off this lingering unease, and it didn’t help that my feelings toward Faruk were becoming more complicated by the day.
It was easier when I could hate him—when I could convince myself that he was the enemy and nothing more. But now… everything was muddled. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him beyond anger, but the way my body responded to his presence, the way Sky pushed me to a
