Adrian’s POVThomas moved fast. One second Kira was still arguing, her voice rising in that familiar stubborn pitch, the next her body went limp as he hit his hand against her neck. Not too hard, just enough.Her eyes fluttered once, then rolled back. He caught her before she hit the ground, scooping her up like she weighed nothing.I watched him carry her away, robe and all, her head lolling against his shoulder. Good. She didn’t need to see what was about to happen here. Whatever came next, I wanted her far from it.My hands curled into fists at my sides. The thought of her father…Tristen…being the one who killed my mother still sat like ice in my gut. I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not even close. But one thing was crystal clear in my head… I wasn’t letting any of this destroy what I was building with her. Not Silas, not her father, not old blood feuds. This time, I was going to be selfish.She almost ran away with Tristen. The image of her slipping through my fingers, d
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