CILLIAN
I buried myself in work, hours after hours, until my brain could no longer deal with the s**t. It wandered back to Kiera more than I thought it would, so I wanted to get the conversation over with. Apparently, her thoughts were as stubborn as hers.
The clock read nine when I had abandoned work and marched back to my room. But when I’d pushed the door, I didn’t expect to see her sitting demurely by the window. A book…probably the one Cole got for her in the morning…sat abandoned in her lap. The moment her gaze snapped to mine, a flare of disgust bloomed.
But today, I was angrier and I had reasons to be.
“What the f**k do you think of yourself, rambling out to Cole about last night?” I asked as I reached her in long strides.
Kiera set the book aside and jumped to her feet. Wit
