*Kieran*
It makes me uncomfortable to admit that she makes me feel comfortable.
It seems ironic, but it’s true.
She’s not supposed to make me feel this way because, in the crevices of my mind, the ones that haven’t adjusted to the new reality yet, she’s my sister.
Even though I know she’s not, and even when I thought she was, I never once treated Blanca like she was a member of my family.
Most of the time, I didn’t even treat her like she was a person.
Still, with her head on my shoulder like this, I start to think of her in a different light. She is my mate, after all. We are not related. We have never been related. Nothing about her being my mate or what we did during the Haze was wrong, and yet, whenever she touches me, it creates a war in my mind, a chaotic jumble of mixed emotio
