*Anna*

Basking in the warmth beneath the pile of blankets, I raise my hands over my head and stretch, determined to shake off my anger with Kyle. It isn’t air. Not fifteen minutes after he delivered me home last night, he pressed a kiss to my forehead before making his excuses and heading out … most certainly to indulge in an assortment of immorality. Gambling, drinking, possibly whoring. While everyone expects us to get married, he hasn’t yet announced his intentions, so I suppose I can’t get distressed about his … adventures.

In return, he can’t really be agitated that Kai Tempest has made a place for himself in the...