KIRA POV
I take it back…Adrian Vasilios was a heartless bastard who didn’t deserve an ounce of kindness from me.
“Kira, wait,” his voice chased after me, urgent, relentless.
I pretended not to hear him and continued walking.
He has nothing to say to me?
I ignored him and kept walking, my vision blurring with unshed tears. I had no right to cry… we weren’t a couple, we weren’t even speaking, but that didn’t stop the ache in my chest.
He’d had her in the kitchen where we eat. God knows what had already happened before I walked in.
Before I could reach the spiral staircase, a rough hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
Damn, my short legs.
I spun around, yanking my arm free, and shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. He stared at me with something infuriatingly soft in hi
