Bastian
Later that night, I found myself outside Dahlia’s apartment, my nerves wound tighter than I cared to admit. I had made a snap decision to see Kaida, despite knowing she might not be thrilled to hear from me. But something about the conversation with Ben earlier, and the way Kaida had stormed off at the party, made it impossible for me to let things be.
I knocked on the door and waited, listening to the faint sounds of movement inside. When the door opened, it was Dahlia who stood there, her face reflecting a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“Bastian?” she asked, glancing behind her, probably wondering why I was here.
“I was hoping to talk to Kaida,” I said, keeping my voice calm, though inside I was more anxious than I should’ve been. “If she’s up for it.”
Dahlia raised an e
