Chapter 93
Vanya
I took a hesitant step forward, my heart in my throat.
“Kross—”
But his arm shot up between us, stopping me in my tracks.
“Stay right where you are.”
His voice—low, ragged—cracked with the weight of betrayal. His hand raked back through his hair, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm far too rapid to be calm. His eyes—usually calm storms—were blazing now, wild and furious. And they were all on me.
“You…” he began, but the words collapsed under his breath. He swallowed, then exploded—his voice rising like a thunderclap in the still garden.
“How could you? How could you f*****g do this to me?”
His steps stormed forward before I could even blink. His hands gripped my arms, harsh and trembling.
“You made me a goddamn fool, Vanya.”
I gasped at the sudden closeness
