KIRA’S POV
“I’m usually the one whose face says I’d rather be anywhere but here. Smile, Kira,” Adrian muttered as he linked his arm through mine, dragging me forward like this night wasn’t already crawling beneath my skin.
I forced a smile, or something that vaguely resembled one, and inhaled as we stepped through the grand doors of Paulo’s estate… and straight into what looked like a full-blown celebration in his garden.
It was strange, to say the least.
Who throws a party two days after someone’s murdered? Especially when that someone owned the house?
And yet, here we were. Walking into a birthday party hosted by Adrian’s mother, who, according to Adrian wasn’t even born on this date. You’d never guess her husband had just been killed.
Adrian had explained it all in his usual clipp
