|Kairos|
I let out a sharp breath, forcing down the irritation coiling inside me as I met David Clarkson’s glare. His eyes burned with barely restrained fury, as if I had personally torn Nieves from his arms and locked her away in my territory.
“Why the hell would I waste my time brainwashing her to stay?” My voice was cool, dismissive, laced with the kind of indifference I knew would cut deeper than anger. I didn’t wait for his response. Instead, I turned on my heel and strode toward the kitchen, already done with this conversation.
The soft, deliberate click of his boots against the marble floor echoed behind me.
So, he had the audacity to follow? Either David was foolishly confident in his ability to protect himself, or he was downright reckless to trail me deeper into my own mansio
