Kira's POV
The New Delhi night air was perfect, warm with a gentle breeze that made the palm trees around the hotel pool sway lazily.
I stretched out on the lounge chair, feeling more like myself than I had in a long time. No binding. No fake facial hair. No deeper voice or masculine mannerisms. Just me. Kira. In a simple black bikini that I'd picked up from a local market earlier today.
It felt incredible to just exist as myself without fear or anxiety.
My phone was propped on the small table beside me, Kennedy's handsome face filling the screen as we video called.
"I still can't believe it," Kennedy was saying, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You and Olivia. Both of you choosing the same path of deception just to land jobs. What are the odds?"
