Nara

“Another injury?”

Mya’s eyes narrowed the moment she opened the door.

“Seriously, Nara?”

I touched the healing cut on my forehead.

“It’s nothing.”

It had been a month since the club, and I’d become an expert at avoiding Kian.

If he entered a room, I left. If he spoke, I pretended not to hear. I wanted him to reject me already.

Anything was better than living in limbo.

He has tried so many times to get my attention, begging me to at least spare him a look, but I refused.  Not too long ago, I felt a burning pain of betrayal in my chest; it was the day Stella...