CHAPTER SEVEN: The Ghost In The Mirror
Morning came by fast . I barely got enough sleep
I woke up with the scent of forest and cocoa still clinging to my skin, a physical weight that made my stomach churn.
Every time I moved, the friction of the sheets reminded me of the way Liam’s hands had felt rough, possessive, and entirely forbidden.
I scrubbed myself in the shower until my skin was raw, desperate to wash away the evidence of my betrayal before I had to face her.
“Kaira? Are you awake, sweetie?”
My mother’s voice through the door made me jump, nearly slipping on the wet floor
“Yeah, Mom, just a second,” I called back, my voice sounding thin and fake to my own ears.
When I finally stepped into the kitchen, she was there, looking radiant in a cream colored sweater, her hair pu
