Michelle's pov. Kieran's face remained still. No expression. Nothing. I almost felt stupid for making it sound like it was some big deal. I forced a tight smile, and turned to walk around him. Suddenly, his hand grabbed mine, his grip hard enough to break my bones if I move too much. “You're hurting me, Kieran,” I winched, look down at his hand. “Let go of me.” He pulled me back to my former spot, expression calm, but eyes burning with something that looked like rage. Looked like. “What the hell do you mean?” “The contract is ending tomorrow,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady — which I failed badly.He didn't say anything. I groaned loudly, trying to free myself from his grip. My strength couldn't actually do much, but it was enough to remind him that he was holding a fragile human not a stone. “The contract was one year,” I continued. “And it's already a year. So I'm leaving.” “I don't remember having such conversation,” he frowned. “It's written on paper,” I said
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