Fiona’s POV "This is total nonsense," Antonia exclaims, her voice dripping with indignation on my behalf. "There's no way these results aren't biased. Oh God, I'm so angry." "I wish there were some way to challenge this absurdity," Amorak chimes in, equally outraged. "None of the presentations wer
Kieran’s POV I sit at the dimly lit bar, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into the background as I clutch the only picture I have of my twin sister. It's a simple photograph- a newborn baby swaddled in white blankets. My heart aches as I study the innocent face of the baby in t
With that, she carries on with her presentation, undeterred. However, my momentary distraction doesn't go unnoticed. A beautiful woman approaches our little corner, her eyes fixed on me, clearly interested in striking up a conversation. She twirls her hair around her finger and seductively lays he
Micah’s POV I feel the hot, burning sensation on my face, and I momentarily freeze. The sensation is unfamiliar – After all, I've never been on the receiving end of a slap. Nobody can dare do that to me and live except … Fiona. Speaking of Fiona, I observe as she plants her hands on her hips, swa
"I need to make sure she doesn't get this drunk again," I think to myself. Sighing deeply, I wrap my arm around her waist and guide her toward the exit of the bar. She leans heavily on me, her breath gently brushing against my ear, tickling me with an enticing caress. It’s fucking distracting! Th
Fiona’s POV Soft, velvety lips meet mine, and a moan escapes me. I didn’t realise how much I needed this until now, when I have my arms around Micah. His hand cups my cheek as he holds me in place and I raise myself up, eagerly leaning in for more. Uncontrollable tears gather behind my closed eye
His eyes briefly flash gold, and for a moment, his lips part as his face turns towards mine, eyes trained firmly on my lips. It’s when I am almost sure that he’s about to give in, that my lips are about to touch his, that he pushes me away with a firm hand around my neck. "How many times do I have
Fiona’s POVMy eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, I don't realize where I am. Wood flooring, high ceilings, and grey painted walls greet my groggy vision. I spot a picture of Micah and I on the side table. We're both smiling at the camera with our arms intertwined, a snapshot of happier times.