Chapter 39 Manipulative Psychology

• Alira’s footsteps grew fainter until the front door slammed. Moments later, the sound of an engine rolled through the driveway—the car pulling away. Kael took a step toward the door, his hand flexing at his side. For a heartbeat, he almost followed her. But something in him—something cold and unyielding—rooted him to the spot.
• He muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else, “I’m not the type to beg a woman. She’ll come around when the time’s right.”
• Turning sharply, Kael walked back into the house. Liora was waiting near the couch, arms crossed, her eyes searching him. “Why didn’t you go after her?”