CYRENIA
Kylian pulled open the door to a large, rusted truck. He held out his hand and smiled. “Get in.”
I watched his hand carefully. “Why?”
“Are you really that unsure about me still? Haven’t I proved myself trustworthy?” Kylian’s smile was almost disarming. He had the charm of an alpha—something he used to lack.
“You could be playing the long game, waiting for me to let down my guard and strike.” I held Kylian’s gaze, letting him know I wasn’t joking.
He stepped forward and took my hand. “I’m not going to try anything with you, Cyrenia.”
My name on his lips sent a chill through my spine, but I tightened my muscles to stop a visceral reaction. I didn’t want to show any weakness to the man in front of me.
“Anything?” I repeated.
Kylian’s eyes sparkled, and he tightened his grip
