KANE
The papers blurred in front of me for the third time in an hour.
I tossed the glass in my hand aside with a groan, the liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the desk, and I didn't even bother reaching for something to wipe it. My chest felt wrong — like a f*****g elephant had been sitting on it.
I slammed the stack of papers down and dragged a hand through my hair.
This feeling was strange. I hadn't expected this kind of betrayal from her, out of everyone, but worse? It made me feel unworthy of this position.
Last night surfaced before I could stop it.
She'd been curled against my chest, sleeping soundly, her breathing slow and even beneath my palm. I'd watched her for longer than I meant to — the curve of her mouth, the way her fingers had loosely tangled in the sheet — and act
