BAEKALIS’ POVI think a piece of me died with that kiss. The second his lips grazed mine, it was like it was helping me itch a part of my skin that I didn't even know itched. It…rewired my brain chemistry, to put it simply. It felt good, almost like he was inhaling the bad air in my lungs and replaced it with a new one that was more refreshing. Wait…that sounded wrong. Either way, it was more than anything I had ever imagined it would be. Ever since that night at the cave, I'd missed Cyrus, even though a rational part of my brain told me that there was nothing to miss. Realistically, I barely knew him, but it was like I craved him. It wasn't necessarily…sexual in a sense. I just wanted, no, I needed him near me most of the time. When he wasn't by me, it felt like something was missing. So to make it more reasonable, I wanted to get to know him better. Although, that was just an excuse to try to make sense of whatever this odd attachment I was feeling. We spent some afternoons t

BAEKALIS’ POV“Remind me again why we're doing this, Cy,” I breathed out, feeling a sense of pride when I noticed how he clicked his tongue in annoyance at the nickname. Cyrus, Stephen and I were out in a clearer part of the forest which fulfilled its duty as a makeshift field of some sort. The leaves around here were somewhat low, with only one odd looking tree standing in the middle, its bark bent and dying, although the leaves of the tree looked relatively fresh. It was quite creepy, really. We were all dressed in loose outfits, with me being in a cropped, grey hoodie and matching grey sweatpants. I folded my arms across my chest, turning from where Stephen had been excitedly laying in the grass like an animal that had been caged for over a month and had just been released, to look at Cyrus as I raised a brow, reminding him that I had yet to receive an answer to my question. “Well,” he started, drawing out the monosyllabic word as his left eye twitched. He looked straight ahead

DEVINA'S POVI stepped down from the car almost hurriedly, my lips pressed into a thin line as I held my purse in a tight grip with urgency. I leaned down a bit, watching tiredly as the window rolled down and Nightshade stuck his head out. He pursed his lips, a silent command for me to kiss him. Nervously, I glanced at the driver and then back at him, hoping that my gaze was pleading enough. Even if it was, he didn't pay it any mind as he narrowed his eyes at me, arching a brow as if daring me to deny him in public like this. Then again, even if I did, I doubt anyone would notice until he was the one to draw attention to us by throwing a tantrum or something of the sort — he was just unhinged like that. Letting out a defeated sigh, I inched closer and kissed him, making sure to keep it short and without emotion. He must've noticed my intent though, because he brought up one of his hands and gripped my chin, keeping me in place until he was finally ready to let me go. He released wi