Kai's POV
I stepped into Marie's private tea room, the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me.
And for one stupid, hopeful second, I thought I would see the real Marie. You know, the one who told me she loved me not the one staring at me like I might as well be a deformed bunny.
I'd practically run here after Jack's strange behavior in our room moments ago.
He had pushed me on the bed, his kisses hard, his hands rough, his eyes… distant. Like he wasn't really there. Like he wasn't even Jack.
And after experiencing that, I needed Marie. I needed the warm, wise woman who'd held me after I burned Michael's house down, after I got myself kidnapped...after her son was dragged away in cuffs for defending me.
I needed my mom.
And for a tiny second, I thought she was there but that hope died the second Marie turned from the window.
