Shannon’s POV.
“Did I miss anything out?” I ask, looking at Kier, and he just blinks at me, his mouth opening and closing.
“What? Got nothing to say? Not even it wasn’t like that, or you have it wrong? Nothing? Well?” I push and he sinks to his knees, his head resting against the bars of the cell door.
“I knew you turning up when you did was off. I was right. Do you know why I was right?” I ask and Kier looks at me with so much hatred in his eyes, knowing I foiled his plans and now he knows the jig is up.
“How?” He sneers and I chuckle. I lean forward so he can see it in my silver-grey eyes.
“Because I’m a Kincaid. My dad taught me to notice the small details. Not to just focus on the performance. You came knowing Shane’s time was up. So you thought you would try to get on my good sid
