AUTHOR’S POV
Olivia had no idea how long she had sat there, crouched behind the corner wall, tears running hot and silent down her cheeks. Her body felt like stone, except for the trembling in her hands.
The air in her lungs still burned from the impact of what she had witnessed, but a whisper inside her head fought back against the truth.
It doesn’t have to mean it’s over.
Maybe he was bisexual. That had to be it. Avel was anything but feminine. He possessed a grounded masculinity that always set him apart. He wasn’t soft or dramatic or flamboyant—he wasn’t like that. No, it had to be Kai. Kai was the problem, the one confusing everything. Avel wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be.
Olivia wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket and forced herself to stand. Her knees barely held together
