Cassidy
The second I stormed into my room, Mara barely had time to look up before I threw myself onto the bed, groaning into a pillow.
"I hate him," I muttered.
Mara snorted. "Which him?"
I lifted my head, glaring. "Kieran."
"Ah." She smirked, leaning back in the chair. "What did he do now?"
"He's insufferable!" I threw my hands up. "He keeps playing these games—pulling me in, making me think—" I stopped myself, gritting my teeth. "I don't even know what to do! One second he's all soft and touchy, the next he tells me it's just the stupid bond. And you know who I hate the most? Myself! My stupid self! I can't seem to control myself when I'm near him. I don't know what I want. I don't know what he wants!"
Mara arched a brow. "You, apparently."
My face burned. "That's not the point."
"Then what is?"
I struggled for an answer, feeling my frustration shift into something else—something I didn't quite understand.
