Kestrel's POV
Zeph won't answer me. Instead, he comes closer and kisses my forehead, his lips warm and gentle against my skin. "You're not a monster," he murmurs. "And you need to stop saying stuff like that."
"You're just saying this to make me feel better," I tell him, pulling back to look at him. His gray eyes are intense, searching mine like he's trying to make me believe him. "I can't remember what I did, but I know it's something that has to do with killing someone. There's too much blood for it to be anything else."
"You're exaggerating," Zayn says from across the room. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, but his expression is softer than usual. "We don't know what happened yet. Let's not jump to conclusions."
I smile without saying anything, because we all know I'm not
