Kelvin’s POV
Sleep was a stranger to me.
I tossed and turned, drenched in sweat despite the cool whisper of air from the AC. My sheets clung to my skin like guilt, and the hours dragged like chains.
Restless, I slipped from bed and drifted to the bar, my steps soundless on the cold marble floor. I reached for the darkest bottle, the one that promised oblivion.
The wine burned down my throat, thick and bitter, but it didn’t touch the ache inside me.
Every night, my thoughts tangled around Diana, my twin brother Kael’s mate.
The very idea twisted something deep in my chest. I found myself whispering desperate prayers to the Moon Goddess.
“Don’t let me fall for her. Please, not her.”
I didn’t like the hunger creeping into my bones. It was dangerous. It was wrong.
Kael had been crysta
