KAIA'S POV
Leander’s hand slammed against the doorframe just behind me, the wood shuddering under the force.
The sharp crack of impact rang in my ears, and I felt the vibration through my back, but I refused to move.
“Kaia, what are you doing?” His voice was already rough, pitched lower than normal—the kind of low that set off quiet alarms in the back of my mind.
I folded my arms across my chest, grounding my heels into the floor. “I’m making it very clear that you are not stepping one foot out of this room until you give me some actual answers, mister.”
His head angled slightly, his gaze locked on me. Then his eyes shifted, flaring silver before threads of black bled through them, twisting and curling like ink spilling into water. My stomach clenched, but I didn’t move.
“Kaia—” he s
