Chapter 22 Predator

• Kieran’s POV
• It was too much. The memories were relentless, and no amount of Scotch could blur the vivid image seared into my mind. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a dark, silken waterfall. The way my oversized shirt clung to her, revealing far more than it concealed. And the worst part—her eyes. Those wide, startled eyes that had met mine held me captive even as I forced myself to retreat.
• I cursed under my breath and set the glass down, gripping the edge of the balcony rail until my knuckles turned white. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d been prepared to deal with indifference, contempt, and even outright hatred. But not this. Not the primal pull that sent every nerve in my body sparking like a live wire.