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Kyle stood staring downward in my periphery, his body gently swaying in tune with his breaths. Even with my restricted view, I could see the crimson spatters coating his upper body—blood that both concealed his scent and told me not a drop of it belonged to him.
With my gaze locked to the side, I watched as he twisted away from where the female had landed and turned toward me—bringing the full force of his emotions into view.
Blackness had claimed his hazel irises. Blackness that splintered outward, the dark tones resembling the missing shards of a broken window. Another result of one of Catherine's f****d up fiascos.
Just another reason she needed to be eliminated.
The kaleidoscopic effect continued to change as he loomed near the bed, his muscles corded as hell, his gaze flickeri
