~ Iris “Kael… what do you want?”My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. I was tired,mentally, emotionally,and he had walked in here like a storm I didn’t ask for.He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he moved past me like he owned the room, like I was the intruder, and dropped onto the bed with careless ease.“Sit,” he said, gesturing lazily.I blinked.Then scoffed.“I don’t want to. Thanks,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest.He didn’t even look offended.“Suit yourself.”He reached for the glass on the table,my glass,and took a slow sip like he had every right to it.The audacity.“Iris Rivera,” he said after a moment, his gaze finally lifting to me. “You’re even prettier in person.”I didn’t respond.Not to that.Not to him.He smirked slightly, like my silence amused him.“So,” he continued, swirling the wine in the glass, “I’m guessing you want me gone.”I stayed quiet.“You hate me. You don’t want me here.” He leaned back, stretching slightly.
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