Kamari's Point of View There he was, hinging so close to my face. Clasping my hands in his. Desperation clung to his eyes. He was furious about what I had done to myself. The opened cuticles I had torn off. Blood dotting the outside of my nails. A perfect stranger in my book wanted to know why I was always hurting myself. The explanation felt frail in my mouth. I remained silent. Watched him as he retreated out of my space. He seemed genuine when he asked me to open up but it felt like a wave would crash too hard on my shore. Recoiling, I pulled my hands out of his grasp and faced away from him. Peered at him only from the corners of my eyes. "I think I need to go to bed," I whispered and pushed the martini glass away from me. What had started as a normal conversation between two people ended with my heart about to burst. "You can't carry on running from this," Malakai replied and took his glass in his hand again. Whilst he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down relentle
Kamari's Point of View By the time we woke up to leave, the sun barely cracked across the mountain range behind the house. Nolan had a headache the size of the sun, thanks to last night's endeavors. Whilst I was still reeling from what Malakai had told me. It was odd to consider his proposal. Thus I promised to think more about it once I got home. Neither Nolan nor Zayan might find it substantial but apparently, I owed it to everyone involved to be honest with them. Something had also shifted last night with Malakai. But it wasn't something my mind could focus on right now. "You look like death," I commented as Nolan finally stood up and moved to the bathroom. The second I spoke, he froze. Looked back at me with wide eyes. He blinked. Blinked again and decided to rub his eyes with his fists. "Did you sleep in my bed?" He groaned, voice almost completely gone from the cotton mouth. At least I had my memory intact. Thanks to a whole lot of water and four aspirins before I craw
Zayan's Point of ViewThe first thing I thought of when I saw the lake house was Kamari. Her hair blew behind her through the bottom of the helmet. Her stunned face when I fell.Our conversation that followed.Back then, I thought we had made progress. Took a step deeper into our relationship. But she had chosen Nolan and I had chosen Eris and now she was just another memory to me.One that lingered a bit too close to home.Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if we didn't have to choose. We could have more than one person. More than one right fit for you. Then I snapped out of it and carried on.Eris was smiling at me as she walked to the house. This time around, we weren't going into the garage or even close to it. Some staff would drop by tomorrow and clean the place up a bit.For now, it had to do."This place is magnificent." Eris cooed as I trotted closer with most of my clothing bags. We had stopped by the shopping center in the human town to get her some clothes. Got he
Kamari's Point of ViewMy dad went to the shower the moment we got home. Whilst Nolan said his timid goodbye and fled the scene of my house.He barely made eye contact. Stripped down and left his clothes when he shifted. I had hurt him and we barely even had a chance to explore what this was. But I explained my needs. Or the needs I thought I had. It was strange to think that this could have ended up in any other way. The two of us, together. But then I would have to shove away my feelings for Zayan. The growing feelings I had for Malakai. Who seemed to be the sanest of the three.If I told any of these thoughts to my dad, he would call me crazy on the spot. Or just plain selfish. None of which I wanted to hear.If none of them were comfortable with the idea, I would back down. Not that I could count on Zayan to join the party on this one.He was somewhere off with Eris.And until that point, I had never faced my feelings for him. But now that I was home and I was somewhat alone, th
Zayan's Point of View The call came in just after midnight. I was expecting it. Knew that she had found the box the moment she got home. But I also knew that she would be diligent in speaking to me. I answered on the second ring. Sat back in my mother's beautiful armchair. Watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. This high up in the mountains, people would think it was simply clouded. Never smoke. "You broke into my house." Her voice came out flat. Unhappy. As I thought she would sound. But I couldn't contain my happiness at hearing it. At speaking to her again. Fucking hell. "Hello to you too," I whispered back, amused already by her outburst. Or the Kamari version of an outburst. The girl always hid herself away so well under lock and key. "On what fucking planet do you think it is okay to break into someone's house?" She uttered again. I could hear the rustling of leaves through the phone. Her footsteps crunched on fallen branches. She was outside, walking alone. But I k
Malakai's Point of ViewRachel was still standing on the porch when I emerged from the house. Her back was to me. Blonde hair untamed falling behind her. She had a glass in her hand as she watched the driveway.I approached with caution, already reading her like a book.The lines of her back were set in rigid rows. Shoulders drawn back. Arm was stiff as she lifted the glass to her lips. Unlike most days, she skipped the jeans and shirt. Donned black dress pants, a white collared shirt, and kitten heels. This was her business mode."Don't you think it is a bit too early to drink?" I asked and stood beside her. Shoved my hands into the pockets of my pants as I watched from the corner of my eyes.Rachel took another long drink and clasped the rim with the tips of her fingers. Let her arms fall to her sides whilst she carried on staring out at nothing. As if Kamari's car would drive back up the road at any minute."Don't you think it is a bit too late to come out now?" She fired back, ke
Kamari's Point of ViewMy dad was waiting on the couch for me when I returned home. His eyes never left the door, even as I closed it. Hung the car keys up. Waited for him to speak without approaching."At least this time I had the common sense not to call Arik when I didn't find you in your bed. I almost imeddiately knew who you had gone to see." He grumbled but not because he was angry with me. More he was tired and it was the early morning hours. "Thanks for not calling him. I had to go speak with him after the phone-"His eyes narrowed in on me immediately. Lips twitched at the corners. "You should have at least told me that you were going out, Kamari. We still aren't sure if those cunts will come after you. I need to keep an eye on you at all times." He ground out.This was a matter of my safety, not about the person I had gone to see. At least he would let that one slide. I scooted closer to him, dragging my feet the further I got. Fell into the couch in front of him with a hef
Zayan's Point of ViewWhat the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was I thinking? Promising Kamari that she was the one I wanted. That I needed...All while Eris was home tending to her wounds after a man had beat her senseless. It was a heartless feeling. I was a coward choosing the easier route.Instead of facing all the troubles and trauma that Eris and I faced,, I chose her. Instead of admitting Eris had grown and changed, I was willing to chalk it up to her being strange.Or sinister.I thanked my father for that. For thinking she was a snake when she was nothing more than a woman that needed help. Comfort. Understanding. Of course, she would be different. So much time had passed between us. Neither could fully admit that the other person wasn't a stranger. Because we were. It still didn't stop my mind from wandering to Kamari. How natural it felt to be around her. After my confession that Eris had been beaten, I could see the color drain out of Kamari's face. The guilt that ate