~Non-Stop Illusions-

EIRA

I turned the corner and found Kian and Mira tangled in bed, golden skin against pale sheets, their laughter sharp and intimate.

Kian turned his head and saw me. His smile never faltered. He kissed her shoulder. Mira smirked.

“You always were second best,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes. “This isn’t real.”

But it felt real. That old ache bloomed fresh in my chest, that betrayal I had buried so deep I thought it no longer had claws. I staggered backward ...