(Kira's POV)
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For the rest of the night, Lena didn't say a single word to me. Not one.
She didn't have to.
The tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate me, pressing in from all sides. I could feel the weight of her anger, the quiet fury in the way she moved, the way she refused to even glance in my direction. She knew—knew I was keeping something from her. And Lena wasn't the kind of person to let things go easily.
She wanted the truth.
And I couldn't give it to her. Not yet.
It wasn't that I didn't trust her. It was that I knew her too well. I knew exactly how she would react, how she would tear through the situation like a storm, demanding answers, demanding action. And I couldn't afford that. Not now.
This was temporary, I told myself. Just a momentary lapse. With time, she'd cool off. We'd be okay.
At least, that's what I hoped.
