She quirks a brow, the smile on her mouth turning smug, “You sure you wanna play this game, Kai?” Time stops. The world stops spinning. Kai. The only people to call me Kai are those closest to me. My grandfather. My friends. She’s only ever called me Malakai, if she uses my name at all, and hearing her call me something so intimate, like we were more than enemies, more than a man who forced a woman to marry him, feels like an ending to my universe and a beginning all the same.
