Resentment festered.
Kai thought Namira was a better person and could let the past be the past, but she couldn't.
Her anger and humiliation from being dragged by her hair and almost killed stuck inside her, and it emerged in a situation like this. Since Layra did it to her once—she thought it would be fair to return it to make it even.
But it was not.
Both did the same thing, yet that didn't mean they held the same weight.
Only did Namira realize that, and it was already too late.
Kai walked past Namira and Aaran—without looking back, heading straight back toward the bridge. He was disappointed that his friends, who were already limited, had now dwindled even further, but there was no way he could act normally with Namira and Aaran after learning the truth.
Behind, Layra lagged.
She wanted to catch up to Kai, but Aaran suddenly caught her wrist.
