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ZARA'S POV

The next morning I woke up in Kai's bed, my decision weighing inside my mind like a shadow. I'd chosen this, I'd chosen him, this life. Yet lying here staring at the ceiling, Liam's message still haunted me. ‘Let's talk this out. I love you.’ It was still echoing inside my head; it took everything not to respond. I'd chosen. For now.

He was already up by the time I left the bedroom. Kai sipped his coffee in the kitchen, donning an easy smile. "Morning," he said, and the softness of his eyes when they hit mine yanked something inside my body.

"Morning," I replied, trying to sound light, but it didn't leave my chest.

Kai set his coffee cup on the counter and nodded toward a small box on the counter. "I got something for you."

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"