Kelvin’s POV
I was shaking.
Not from nerves. Not from the heat of the stage lights. Not from the roar of the crowd. Not even from the suffocating perfume of crushed roses littering the aisle like confetti for a celebration I didn’t belong to.
I was shaking from rage.
It bloomed inside me like wildfire, searing through my veins. Hot. Unforgiving. All-consuming. It ate through every breath, every bone.
I watched from behind the tall, arched windows of the performance hall, half-hidden in velvet shadows, like a ghost haunting a life that no longer felt like mine.
And there he was.
Kael.
My brother. My blood. My betrayal.
He stood beside Diana, soaking in thunderous applause, basking in adoration that wasn’t meant for him.
He had the audacity.
The gall.
As if I were invisible.
As
