[Sera]
The coffee shop feels like a tomb after Victoria storms out, her perfume lingering like an unwelcome guest. Outside, the sky has pulled a full-on mood swing in the last ten minutes, storm clouds sagging low like they're about to dropkick the city. Lightning cracks the gray like a bad special effect, and rain hammers the windows, turning the street into a blurry watercolor mess.
Killian stands there, a human glacier in a tailored coat, having just iced his almost-fiancée right in front of me. And now? Now he's turning those steel-gray eyes on me, like I'm the one who crashed the party.
"You seem quite adept at causing trouble."
The words land like a slap from a velvet glove—soft but stinging. My heart jackhammers, not from fear, but from that twisted guilt gnawing at my gut.
Yea
