Sparks of Fiction

Josie

I woke up the next morning, panic and dread threatening to claw its way out my throat.

I'd slept half-hearted the previous night, drowned in the pain of the realization that I was stuck with these men that seemed like they would only ruin my life even more.

After last night, it hit me hard in the gut that everything I'd felt for the triplets stood for a complete, bullshit lie.

The image of Kiel turning his back on me, going after Michelle, flashed through my mind again. Unprovoked.

Why the fuck do I have to go through this torment?

Even my mind kept betraying me, replaying their faces unprovoked.

Thorne with the agitating, perpetual frown but somehow insanely intimidating regal visage.

Varen with the glint of mischief sparkling in his electric blue eyes.

Kiel…with his quiet, irresistible, undeniable charm.

They tormented me. Even my fucking dreams.

I sighed, running a hand over my face in agitation.