Chapter 13 - THE FIRST KISS

Nothing romantic should have happened then.
It did anyway.
Mia developed fever.
Minor.
But Elena panicked.
I sat beside them through night.
At four in the morning Mia finally slept.
Elena whispered:
“You didn't have to stay.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I looked at Mia.
Then Elena.
Because they had become something I worried about when they weren't in the room.
Because hearing Vivien threaten Mia had awakened something in me far beyond justice.
Because Elena had become the first person in years who spoke to me like power was not personality.
“I wanted to.”
Elena stared.
Then kissed me.
Once.
Soft.
Immediately regretted.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”
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That made everything worse.
And better.