Kira’s POV
He pulled me closer, guiding me toward the open helicopter door. “How are you feeling this morning, princess?” he asked, voice raised over the noise, all gentle concern.
I ignored him. Full cold-shoulder mode activated.
He didn’t push. Just helped me in, buckled my seatbelt for me like I was fragile, handed me noise-canceling headphones with a soft smile. Then he passed me a thermos from a side compartment. “Hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows. The way I was told that you like it.”
I stared at it, but didn't take it.
He set it in the cupholder anyway, then pulled a soft blanket from overhead and draped it over my lap.
He kept going. One sweet thing after another. My icy resolve started cracking like thin ice. Stupid weak body.
He settled beside me, the helicopter lifting of
