The accident had been no ordinary mishap. It was a calculated attempt on Kolton's life, orchestrated with deadly precision. Against all odds, Kolton had clawed his way back from death's threshold. His rare blood type had made finding donors nearly impossible, leaving the medical team scrambling to save him in those critical hours.
The brutal truth of Kirk's involvement shattered something inside Kimi's chest.
Kirk watched the devastation bloom across her features. He approached with predatory grace, his large hands framing her face with deceptive tenderness. His voice dropped to that familiar, hypnotic tone that had once made her knees weak.
"Why do you look so broken? You told me yourself that you feel nothing for him."
From his hiding spot, Kolton felt every word slice through him like a blade. His hands curled into fists, muscles coiling with the desperate urge to tear Kirk away from her. To make him pay for touching what belonged to him.
