Chapter 47
- Dane
- The moment Kiara approached me, her voice smooth with practiced charm, I knew something was off. Her delicate fingers grazed my forearm as she leaned in, her scent laced with something faintly floral but overwhelmingly calculated. She was always calculated.
- “You seem tense, Dane,” she purred, tilting her head just enough for her hair to cascade over one shoulder.