KYLIAN
“Leave me,” I said to the guards in the security monitoring room.
“But Kylian,” the main guard started to protest.
“Leave,” I snapped.
I wasn’t sure, but from the look Cyrenia and I shared, she knew there was something more going on with her attack. If my suspicions were right and Roman did have something to do with it, I didn’t want anyone else seeing what Faira said—if Cyrenia managed to get her to talk.
I had tried talking to Faira. Gianna had insisted that something was wrong with her friend. While rough on the inside, Gianna swore Faira would never hurt someone who wasn’t a direct threat to her and her family. I wanted to believe Gianna. I wanted to believe in Faira, but Cyrenia nearly died. I couldn’t breathe or think when I thought about Cyrenia never waking up—somethin
