KARIMA HEART
I stared at the box for a second too long. The more I looked at it, the more dangerous it felt, like something out of Pandora’s box. Opening it could unleash every curse bound inside, but tossing it away wouldn’t erase the weight of it either. And right now, tossing it wasn’t even an option.
With a heavy sigh, I shoved it deep into my handbag and strolled inside.
Nathan was setting plates on the dining table, while Owain had already claimed the couch, sitting there like he was lord of the house. His legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, and eyes glued to his phone like some Mafia drug lord who didn’t give a d*mn about the world.
As if bossing me around and bodyguarding me wasn’t enough, he was acting as if he owned the entire place.
Nathan didn’t bother sa
