Matt tossed and turned in his bed, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the room. Sleep was elusive, as his mind replayed the conversation he'd had with Kira just yesterday.
“The way you look at her...it’s the same way Theo looks at Samantha and Alpha looks at Luna.” Kira had said.
He had laughed it off at the time, but now, in the stillness of the night, the weight of her words pressed down on him. How could he have been so transparent? How could he have let his guard down so easily?
Years ago, he and Katya had been inseparable, especially during that rescue mission for Ayleen. They were younger then, driven by adrenaline and the high stakes of their world. It had been easy to mistake the intensity of their connection for something more. And perhaps, back then, it had been more.