Kai's Point of View
The morning sun cuts across the training fields, sharp and blinding, but it does nothing to clear my head. I have not stopped thinking about last night. About her. About the kiss.
Luke walks beside me, his hands shoved into his pockets, casual as always. But he knows me too well. He glances sideways, his brow raised. “You have been chewing on something since dawn. Spill it before it eats you alive.”
I run a hand through my hair, exhaling hard. The words burn in my chest, begging to be released, but once I say them out loud, there is no taking them back. “I kissed her,” I admit. My voice is low, rougher than I mean it to be.
Luke stops mid step, forcing me to turn back towards him. “You what?” His grin spreads slow, and wolfish. “Don’t tell me, it was Octavia?”
I sh
