The Buried Storm

Vane Silas’s Pov

I dropped into my study chair, exhaustion pulling at me while the image of Hazel stepping out of that guest room with Caleb replayed over and over again. I didn’t understand why it bothered me the way it did. It shouldn’t. I kept telling myself that. But the twist in my chest wouldn’t ease. I hated that she stayed in my mind even when I didn’t want her there. I hated that one look