The all-black Rolls-Royce turned off its hazard lights and parked quietly beneath the dormitory, like a panther lying in wait in the shadows.
A chill ran through Mia Grant. She had no idea when Kian Keller had arrived, or how long he had been waiting there...
She didn't dare to dwell on it.
She was just grateful she'd reacted so quickly. Kian Keller probably hadn't noticed her yet.
'Otherwise, with his temper, if he'd seen me, he would've already come down to rip my head off.'
Afraid that Felix Sinclair would also notice the car, Mia Grant stood on her tiptoes to distract him, planting a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.
It was a fleeting touch, but it was enough to unleash a tempest within him.
Mia Grant acted as if nothing had happened.
Felix Sinclair, on the other hand, was breathing heavily.
His long lashes trembled. The streetlamp's light shattered in his eyes, like a clear spring pond suddenly stirred to murky depths.
