Chapter 118 Kian's Comeback

• “Oh, don’t give us that pitiful face, Summer.”
• Kian’s voice cut sharply through the auditorium, and when he stepped toward her, the sound of his shoes tapping against the stage floor echoed far too loudly. Summer’s breath hitched. Every instinct in her screamed run, but her legs felt rooted to the ground, as though fear itself had turned them to stone.
• Kian closed the distance between them, his smirk deepening. The warmth of the room seemed to fade the closer he got.