KIRA’S POV
I entered his room. He was not there but I could hear some rustling in his closet. Why were the curtains drawn and the room so dark?
Probably to match his dark heart.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been inside Adrian’s room. The unfamiliarity made my chest tighten, each step feeling like a violation. My heart pounded in anticipation of his reaction if he caught me here.
But I had no choice. I had to help Maria.
I walked towards the closet, peeking inside first to make sure that he wasn't naked. Thankfully, he had his jeans on and he was flipping through shirts from the pile of laid-out shirts he had in front of him. It looked like he was trying to decide on what to wear.
Which was weird because they were all black, long-sleeved shirts. What was the problem the
