kaira astor
m a t u r e c o n t e n t
I slip out of my room, tightening the robe around my shoulders, my heart thundering in my chest as I lightly and softly close the door behind me. I'm praying Zyran doesn't wander the halls like the grim reaper. I've been avoiding him. He's noticed, I'm sure. After breakfast with Amara, I barely ate my food, feeling his eyes everywhere, watching my every move.
Adding Amara's gaze and subtle jabs, I left. I stayed in my room the entire day, and had Roman inform my parents that I wouldn't be attending dinner, and right now, I'm regretting it. I'm hoping Zyran is sleeping, due to it being well after midnight. The devil doesn't sleep, my subconscious mumbles, mocking me. I grit my teeth, striding down the hall with the hope that every step I take, wil
