Ch. 15

Kiran's P.O.V.

"FUCK!" I yelled, throwing my pillow against the wall.

There were about a million and one questions running through my head now. I thought she'd be impressed, instead she was nervous. Hell, she was pissed at the end. My blood was boiling. She can't just tell me what to do without an explanation. She can't demand I follow her every whim.

I just met her! Yeah, according to Tate I may be hers, but I don't feel that right now. I feel like all she wants to do is control me. Like she wants to put me in a small box and keep me there, opening it to see me whenever she wants. Only she can tell me what I need to know. Only she can introduce me to other supernaturals.

That's not how it's going to work. My curiosity won't be satisfied until all my questions are answered. I am a smart man. I don't feel right until I know it all. She refuses to answer a lot of my questions, so how does she expect me to learn?

I just want to punch something right now. My blood is still boiling and