kaira astor
I whirl around, narrowing my eyes up at him. How can one man be so infuriating yet so beautiful at the same time? It should be a sin. He is sin, the way he watches me with veiled green eyes, the way he leans back against the doorway with such ease, as if my anger doesn’t affect him in any way. It’s a sin to be so beautiful yet so terrifying. “I’m not possessive, Zyran.” I seethe, my spine snapping rigid. He tilts his head back against the doorway, watching me with a hint of amusement leaking through his eyes. “No?” He rolls his head to the side, dropping his hands and slides both into his pockets. “Sounded pretty possessive to me.” Zyran raises a dark brow, his expression blank and taunting.
A sneer tugs at my lips. “You went through all the trouble to secure the spot of be
