Arem Zyke — POV
I lean back in my chair, eyes closing, but the fire inside me refuses to rest.
It burns—hot, violent, uncontrollable.
Rion Vale.
His name tastes bitter on my tongue.
I picture his smile again—the way he leaned in so easily, the way he kissed Evan right in front of me, the way he called him kitten like he owned him. My jaw tightens. My fist clenches until my knuckles ache.
I thought distance would work.
I thought silence would make Evan look back—make him realize my worth, my loyalty, my love.
But Evan Lee…
A sharp breath escapes me. My hand slams against the desk before I can stop it. The sound echoes, loud in the quiet room.
I was waiting for him to say it.
Waiting for him to deny it.
Waiting for him to say he didn't love Rion.
But he didn't.
And his silence told me everything.
It screamed the truth I didn't want to hear.
