Chapter 88

EVE.

I couldn't tell for how long I'd been here, but it felt like... What... Two days? Three? The hours bled together.

Kyrie hadn’t let me step outside the bedroom. Even the bathroom was in the bedroom. Going to use the bathroom felt like a privilege I had to earn. Once, I’d tried to test the handle on the door when he was gone, and when he came back, he locked the bedroom instead. Now it felt like stepping out of his sight was a crime.

I sat on his bed, hugging my knees to my chest, staring at nothing. I felt trapped and imprisoned.

And him?

He sat on a stool opposite me, elbows on his thighs, hands hanging loose between his knees, just staring. Always staring. He almost hadn’t looked away since he’d returned with blood all over him. And the way his eyes burned into me? Creepy didn’t even cover it.

I hated Saint for what he’d done, for the leash he’d put around my life. But in this moment, I hated Kyrie more. At least with Saint, I knew what he was. With Kyrie, I didn’t know if I was