Aria's POV
The moment we stepped back into the estate, I hadn't even kicked off my shoes when my back slammed against the cold entryway cabinet.
Kane's arms braced on either side of me, caging me in.
There was no room to run, no space to breathe.
"Put me down!" I turned my face away, not wanting him to see the redness in my eyes.
His long fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"You were crying?" His thumb gently brushed my tear-stained cheek. "What, are you mad? Did I say something wrong?"
"Of course not." I forced a brittle smile. "You're never wrong."
That seemed to hit a nerve. His brow twitched, just barely, but then he schooled his features into that familiar mask of indifference.
"You're mad because I didn't keep my promise?"
What promise? I blinked, confused.
"Huh?"
He leaned in suddenly, his breath warm against my ear.
"This morning—I said I'd feed you, remember?" he murmured.
My face went up in flames.
This bastard!
"I don't—"
"Don't be mad," he interrupted, v
