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CHAPTER 63

Author: Moon Runner
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 16:44:47

KIRA’S POV

“What was that?”

My voice carried softly down the stairs, quiet but sharp enough to cut through the silence of the house. I almost regretted talking because I ended up startling him.

Anton lifted his head surprised to realize I was standing there all along.

For a brief second, something crossed his face—something I couldn’t place my hand on. When he was sure I was focused on him, his eyes flicked to me, then back to the book in his hands. Whatever that look was, it vanished almost as soon as I noticed it, replaced by calm control.

He didn't speak immediately, he sighed and turned away.

He closed the book slowly, like he wasn’t in a hurry, like I hadn’t just caught him in the middle of something important. He was too casual about it. He placed it beside him on the couch and rested his hands on his knees... obviously trying to avoid unnecessary question and answer session.

“It was nothing,” he said evenly. “Just something at the back of my memory. I was trying to remember i
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