KAIA
We climb the stairs in silence with Ronan leading the line, the heavy air of the basement giving way to something lighter, fresh air that doesn’t taste like mildew and decay.
The upper floor opens into a surprisingly normal living space. Wooden floors. A white couch that looks… too clean for two guys who just tried to kill each other. At the back of the living room, there's an open kitchen with stainless steel counters.
Maddox glances at me from over his shoulders as Ronan flops on a one seater couch with a lip which I'm sure was pretty busted from the fight but doesn't seem so anymore.
“Water?” He asks.
I nod because, honestly, my throat feels like I’ve swallowed a whole desert.
He walks to the kitchen and grabs a glass, fills it from the tap, and hands it over. The water’s col
