NINA
10:46PM
I hummed softly as I padded toward our room with a mug of chamomile tea in hand, relishing the quiet for just a moment. The hallway was quiet and still, the kind of calm that only existed when Ezra was asleep and Kane hadn’t come up yet.
I turned the corner—
And stopped dead.
There, halfway down the hallway near the guest room, Kendrick had Laila pinned gently against the wall, his lips on hers. Her hands were buried in his shirt, her body arching into his like this wasn’t the first time.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
What the hell?
They didn’t see me at first. His head tilted slightly, deepening the kiss. Her fingers slipped into his hair like she knew every inch of him.
Laila. My best friend.
Kendrick. Kane's now closest friend.
My throat tightened. Not from anger—but
