Amy Stone
I stand at the kitchen island, my hands gripping the edge so tightly my knuckles ache. My eyes lock on Kael, who stands firmly by my side, a solid wall of strength and calmness.
"This is ridiculous, brother. You’re actually willing to believe her?" Clide scoffs, rolling his eyes in a way that makes me want to slap the arrogance right off his face.
What a pompous ass.
"Don't get on my bad side. You deserved that punch," Kael chuckles darkly, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
Before I can respond, he strides over to me, tilts my head slightly, and kisses the side of my neck.
A shiver runs down my spine, a thousand butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach.
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my breath hitching as my body leans into his warmth. God, I hat
