CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
NIRAN’S POV
I felt color drain from my face, my heart speed up, feeling almost as if it was in my head, my nerves cracking from under the increasing nervousness. I quickly glanced at Beck and he seemed struck by Ken’s words but then he chuckled.
“So this is how you want to play, Ken? You know what? Maybe we just stay the f**k away from each other and oh, by the way, you touch even a single hair on Niran’s head or any of my friends for that matter, I will kill you myself,” he warned. I had no idea whether Beck was overly stupid or just too brave but either way, I was glad he wasn’t thinking too much into Ken’s words.
“So f*****g naïve,” Ken shrugged, then walked past me, rudely brushing my shoulder.
“Can you believe that?” Beck scoffed, his gaze briefly following
