Dane
The moment Kiara approached me, her voice smooth with practiced charm, I knew something was off. Her delicate fingers grazed my forearm as she leaned in, her scent laced with something faintly floral but overwhelmingly calculated. She was always calculated.
“You seem tense, Dane,” she purred, tilting her head just enough for her hair to cascade over one shoulder.
I wasn’t interested in her games. I never had been. My lip curled in disgust as I looked at her.
“What do you want, Kiara?”
Her eyes glittered, displaying innocence. I was irked by this.
“I’m just passing by,” she replied. “I hear Finn Slater is here again. I wonder what you are going to do to stop him from coming here,” she replied, tapping her lips and staring at the ceiling like she was thinking hard.
I clenched
