The Unknown Guest
570 Words
Kiya’s POV
My bedroom light was the only thing glowing in the dark apartment as I stared at the wires scattered across my table. My fingers moved quickly over the tiny circuit board. This prototype was almost complete.
Technology was my escape.
My world.
My love life.
I had kept my phone on silent after messaging Ken not to call me. I needed peace tonight—after the wolf incident and that extremely embarrassing moment with that ridiculously handsome stranger, my brain needed a reset.
Just me.
My gadgets.
No drama.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
My hands stilled.
Who the hell comes at this hour?
After Nana passed away, no one ever visited at night. Only Ken or the delivery guy dared to disturb my solitude after sunset.
My eyes narrowed as I checked my phone.
No message from Ken.
My heart thumped uneasily. I hesitated, slowly walking toward the door. Just as I placed my hand on the latch, my phone rang.
Ken.
“I’m at your door, Kiya. Open it.”
Relief mixed with confusion flooded me. Why was he here at this hour?
Something was wrong.
I opened the door without a second thought and turned around, walking back into the living room. Ken would close the door behind him—I didn’t even bother looking.
I dropped onto the couch.
Ken was behind me.
But so was someone else.
“Hi, Kiya.”
That voice.
Deep. Masculine. Familiar.
My spine went rigid.
What the bloody hell?
You’ve GOT to be kidding me.
Slowly, I turned my head.
Him.
The same man.
From the apartment.
From my… daydream.
I shot Ken a deadly glare.
At least he could’ve warned me before bringing a stranger into my house!
Ken sighed instantly. “You were busy, so I knew you wouldn’t pick my call. That’s why we came straight here to pick you up.”
“Pick me up?” I repeated incredulously.
Ken sat beside me while the stranger’s sharp eyes wandered around my apartment as if inspecting every corner. I did not like that.
“We need to leave for a few days,” Ken said. “It’s not safe for us right now. After the k********g and everything… we don’t know who took Rita or what they wanted. We went to that place, Kiya. They might come after us too.”
My heart clenched.
“Rita doesn’t know why they kidn*pped her?”
“She was barely conscious. They had drugged her. We reached there before she could find out anything.”
“And the wolves?” I cut in sharply. “Where did they come from in an abandoned factory and—”
“We’ll talk on the way,” Ken interrupted quickly. “Everyone is already waiting downstairs. Pack your things.”
I stared at him.
Pack my things… just like that?
“Where are we going?” I asked slowly.
“I’ll tell you on the way. Just pack first.”
Oh hell no.
I leaned back into the couch, crossed my arms, and gave him my most stubborn stare.
“You don’t get to order me around without giving me details, Ken.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kiya—”
“Where. Are. We. Going?”
Before he could answer, that voice spoke again.
“You’re going to stay with me.”
My head snapped toward him.
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