Kyra's POV
He looked at me as he sat on the floor, lips parted in shock. We were both soaking wet and I could feel the cold night air cutting through my drenched sleepwear. I brushed my wet hair from my face and wrapped my arms around myself, trembling.
When I tried to leave, Kieran pulled himself up and grabbed my arm, stopping me.
His eyes were full of hope, an idiotic smile spreading across his face. "You... you saved me..."
Anger flared in my chest, hot and violent.
"You saved me, Kyra. You still love me—"
I slapped him so hard my palm stung, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe him. He had done this on purpose? He knew I couldn't bear to watch someone die before my eyes, so he used this sick scheme to make me save him? To justify his delusions?
He star
