He grins, a sight that stirs an unwanted feeling inside me. "You think so?"
Zuri wraps her tiny fingers around Niko's and giggles. It's clear she has him wrapped around her little finger already.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo from upstairs. King descends, his hair tied up in a half-bun, looking effortless in a black cut-off shirt and jeans.
Does...does he always look this good in the morning?
When his dark eyes land on me, I quickly look away. After last night, I hate him even more than I did three years ago. Or at least, that's what I'm trying to convince myself.
Honestly, he has somehow awakened some burning desire in me that I thought had been killed the first night Isaac beat me and then forced himself on me.
"Mornin', kitten. Niko. Not used to having guests in my house at six
