Kafziel’s brother froze mid-step, staring at Bea with a mix of disbelief and exhaustion. “Bea…” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.
Bea’s shoulders sagged as if all the air had been sucked out of her. She bit her lip and nodded slightly. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said, voice trembling. “It didn’t go as planned.”
“What do you mean it didn’t go as planned?” he demanded, pacing slightly, hands clenched. “What really happened?”
Bea looked down at her shoes, twisting her fingers nervously. “It was my fault, really,” she admitted softly, her eyes shimmering. “I hurt Kaf… I… I cheated on him.”
The words struck the room like a sledgehammer. Kafziel’s brother felt his stomach drop. He could see the honesty—and the guilt—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.
Cheated… on him? His mind race
