Chelsea's POV
I didn't cry once on the way to the industrial district despite how I felt.
I'd done enough crying for Kian to last a lifetime, and I was done wasting tears on someone who couldn't see what was right in front of him. If he wouldn't defend me in front of the people who mattered anymore, then he could drown along with the rest of them. Let that b***h Layla have him. Let him f*****g stare after her like a rejected and unwanted puppy.
Let him wonder why everything he touched kept falling apart.
I'd give him the answer soon enough.
My heels clicked across the broken concrete as I slipped into the warehouse corridor where the feral rogues were hiding and even from here their stench was almost unbearable. If it hadn't been for the fact that the standard mercenary ro
