Morgan's POV

I sat in Cara's office the next morning. My head pounded with the memory of last night. The kiss. The way Lola had shoved me away after kissing me back. The way her eyes betrayed a desperate want battling a bitter self-hatred.

Cara sat across from me, hands folded neatly on the desk. She had summoned me. We need to talk. I came because her judgment was one of the few things I still trusted.

I stood and paced to the window. Outside, soldiers ran drills in the training yard, a normal ...