Daxton
“You rode a scooter to Verena’s neighborhood, broke my car’s window by slamming your fist into it, right?” The anger that glowed in Kian’s eyes slowly subsided—it was that same look he had in his eyes whenever he was caught in a bad act.
A tart smile slashed hard across my face. “You are paying for that. With money and your blood”
Kian blinked hard as I fixed my eyes back to the tablet I read from. “On six circumstances, you acted like a delivery man just to spy on Verena—” His throat worked and I could make out the way his heart thumped.
I mean, it was in his f*****g eyes.
His lips wobbled like he struggled to formulate words of defense but before he could even speak, I continued, easing myself into the chair. “Then you attempted to break into her house—” A deranged laugh
