KIERYGAN'S POV
I shut the door behind us carefully—deliberately so—as Evander and I stepped out of her room. If it weren’t for the jumpy, easily-spooked girl inside, I would’ve slammed it just to take the edge off my frustration.
Evander walked beside me, hands tucked casually into his pockets. I didn’t say a word, just picked up my pace as I headed down the stairs. Of course, he kept up with ease. His vampiric speed made that effortless.
“I have already admitted it was my fault, alright? And I said I’m sorry,” he said, far too casually. “Why are you still fuming about this?”
My jaw tightened, and I kept walking.
Evander raised a brow. “Is it just because I forgot about the girl,” he said, “…or is there something else?”
I didn’t answer right away, choosing my next words carefully. Be
