Finally, Orelia shut her eyes. Kyle's fingers tightened around the mask, pulling the strap free.
Her delicate face was suddenly exposed to the light, like a wounded butterfly, evoking an instinctive sense of protectiveness in him.
No wonder. From the moment he had first seen her on stage, he had felt an uncanny sense of familiarity.
No wonder he had mistakenly believed that he had fallen for two different women.
It turned out, she was C—the one he had unknowingly grown attached to, the one who had stirred both love and frustration within him.
At that moment, Kyle's emotions reached their peak. The feeling overwhelmed him, driving him to kiss her lips before he could stop himself. It was just as he had imagined: soft, sweet, and entirely unlike the woman who was always defying him.
He
