Kyra's POV
I was sitting beside the pool, feet dipped underwater, when someone sat beside me. About a meter away, Kieran settled himself and placed two cans of beer between us.
"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked, staring at the pool water rather than looking at me.
I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. What could I possibly say? I had wrongly accused him of trying to manipulate me by drowning himself. I'd told him to die. My anger had consumed me, turned me into someone I didn't recognize. He might be evil, but I wasn't supposed to be. The realization left me confused about how to react to anything anymore.
"How do I start this..." he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, followed by a humorless chuckle.
"I was born in a dangerous environment. Me and my twin..."
