VIVIAN POV
As we walked, my gaze remained fixed on Kian, my mind racing with questions I longed to ask him. But his silence was unsettling, and I found myself taken aback by his stoic demeanor.
"What is that?" he said, his voice firm and low, as if sensing my gaze.
"Ask me what you want to ask," he added, his eyes never leaving mine.
I smiled, intrigued by his perceptiveness. "So you can read my mind?" I teased, trying to break the tension.
Kian smirked, his lips curling up ever so slightly. "Maybe, you are not so hard to read," he replied, his voice husky and deep.
I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I glanced behind me. That's when I saw them - men in black, standing in strategic positions, their eyes fixed intently on us.
"Kian..." I said, my voice barely above a whispe
