Fiona’s POV.
I calmly shut the door behind me and Kane advances on me before I can even properly step foot into the room.
“Where the f**k did you go?” He hisses. His hand is on my arm, gripping firmly, but not so tight that it’s at all painful, if anything the contact is more exciting than threatening, maybe my brain was too fogged up by the effect of the past few days, or maybe it was the moon that hung in the sky, full and pressuring, but I leaned into his touched subconsciously.
The three of them stared at me with varying degrees of anger that ranged from extreme, that would be Kane to minute, that would Savio. Nino seemed to be teetering between the two with his deep frown and the occasional shaking of his head. To be honest it was terribly amusing to stand there and watch the three
