KADE
I should've just shut up.
The second the words left my mouth, I knew it. Ivy looked at me like I'd just kicked her dog, her stare so cold it might've frozen fire. All she'd done was ask what I thought. One question. And my dumbass brain thought, sure, let me go ahead and give an honest answer. Brilliant, Kade.
From making love like we had the world to ourselves to nearly biting each other's heads off the next time we saw each other. Romantic whiplash. Ten out of ten experience.
And now, walking down the hall with my boots slapping against the stone like a guilty drumroll, I had the lovely joy of playing a rerun of that disaster in my head.
"Did he deserve it?" she'd asked.
My brilliant response: "Justice was served."
Justice. What the hell even is that anymore?
I used to think
