Kira's POV
I closed the door and leaned back on it. Why does it still feel like I haven't said enough? Why do I feel like I'm holding something back; like I'm hesitating to say it? I won't shed more tears because of Kian. I can play it cool with him for a while. I have to keep a keen eye on him.
I go to the kitchen, grab two apples, a bottle of stilled water and a packet of ginger biscuits and go upstairs. This should get me through the afternoon. Gretna left a while ago, anyway.
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I was chatting with Dylan and Lyha when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly jumped from the desk and into my blankets. I turn around so that I'm facing the door in order to see who comes in. I cover my face and pretend to be asleep when I hear the second knock.
Kian opens slowly and stands by the door
