CILLIAN
I have never met anyone, a female to say the least, who was this hell-bent on going on a war against me.
It was a simple order. Change out the dirty clothes and put on the f*****g clean ones. But no.
She had to fight me on that.
She had to stand up to me even when I treated her with decorum and decency, providing clean clothes. But Kiera simply has a mind of her own. f**k, this little wolf was a crusade in herself. She would continue to inflame that pride of hers, smearing her bold elegance and bring an axe to a gun-fight.
I regarded Kiera in the backseat of the car before fixing my gaze on the road ahead. When she made it abundantly clear that she would not comply as she was told, I was left with no choice. I had to sedate her, fasten down her wrists and legs and stack her
