Mark of the Nameless

GAEL’S POV

I walked over to Kiera's bed and flopped onto it, letting my weight make the mattress dip. I stretched out like I owned the place, putting my arms behind my head, and started laughing. Not my usual mocking laugh—this one was darker, edged with disbelief.

I sat up, my head bobbing as my laughter died, and fixed my piercing gaze on her. "You always struck me as desperate, Kiera," I said,