Chapter 34
Vanya
"Who’s the guy following you?" Kross asked, his voice low and sharp, his brows furrowed as he held my arms, steadying me like I was about to shatter.
Behind me—Nero. Pushing through the crowd with that manic, furious look I knew too well.
In front of me—Kross. Who had every reason to hate me. Yet somehow, right now, felt like the safest place in the world.
So I did what any completely irrational, desperate girl hiding her true identity would do.
I kissed him.
I grabbed the front of his hoodie, yanked him down to my height, and crushed my lips to his.
He froze for a heartbeat—just a second—but I didn’t. I moved my lips against his like it was the only thing tethering me to this world. I bit his lower lip, hard enough to taste the tension between us.
Then, just like
