CYRILLA'S POV
After the incident with the flowers—and the unsettling discovery of the cameras in my room—I swore I’d never speak to Hunter again. In fact, I never wanted to see his face again.
But I was caught off guard when Hunter showed up at my door, asking to talk. I didn’t want to, but he was willing to kneel to convince me—something a man of his pride would never do lightly.
I still loathe him with all my heart. He's crossed the line too many times, and his apologies and promises aren't enough to earn my forgiveness. But I can admit that the constant back-and-forth between us has grown exhausting. Even though I can always match his sharp words with my own, the energy it takes to keep up the fight is wearing thin.
Our conversation in the garden may have provided some answers, but
