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CHAPTER 85
~Tempest's POV~
Aira was in a pale green bikini that showed off her beautiful body, while Zara's was more modest—a one-piece with thin straps and a deep blue colour that matched her eyes. They both looked serene and effortlessly content.
And here I was, raw, still trying to scrub away every trace of yesterday.
My chest tightened—jealousy, resentment, and something I couldn't name— all fuelling my thoughts. I couldn't take it, watching them so easily and free.
Aira—my twin—the one who had everything I didn't—love, kindness, strength that didn't come from anger, seemed to be enjoying herself better than I did.
I spun around, ready to slip back where I'd come before they could see me.
"Tempest!" Aira's voice carried across the space, stopping me in my tracks. Her tone was soft but threaded with something that wouldn't let me ignore her.
Too late.
