KIRA’S POV
“f*****g hell,” Antonio muttered, lighting a cigarette.
I glanced at him briefly before turning in the direction Adrian had gone. A million questions ran through my mind—was I supposed to live here permanently? And I also needed to get Aunt Linda here somehow. With those thoughts swirling in my head, I took a step to follow Adrian.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Antonio’s voice made me stop in my tracks. I turned to face him, my gaze landing on the cigarette between his fingers as he took a slow drag.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Go after him.” He exhaled a stream of smoke, his expression unreadable. “And try to ask him something or talk to him. I assume that’s what you were about to do.”
“Um, why not?” I hugged myself, shifting uncomfortably. I wasn’t used to someone smokin
