Kira's POV
Newton shoved me violently into the dimly lit room, and I stumbled forward, my hands catching the edge of a table just in time to steady myself. My rage boiled over as I whipped around to face him. “You’ll regret this, Newton,” I snarled, my voice sharp as a blade. “I’ll carve that smug look off your face myself, I'll kill you and I'll take the greatest pleasure in doing it.”
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, the picture of smug arrogance. “Regret?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Sweet Kira, regret isn’t something I entertain. You, on the other hand, might want to reconsider your choices.”
With a theatrical flourish, he flicked on the lights. The sudden brightness made me squint, but as my eyes adjusted, I took in the room. It wa
