Kyra's POV
The sight of Sophia clinging to Nathan burned behind my eyelids, but I refused to look back. My chest ached as if someone had reached in and squeezed my heart, but I wouldn't let the pain win.
"Kyra!"
The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. When I turned, my breath caught.
"Chris?"
Christopher Parker stood there, his golden hair catching the afternoon light. The boy I had known in college had grown into a man, his smile still as warm as summer. Before I could react, he pulled me into a gentle, warm hug.
Sylvia perked up. "He smells like pine forests. Honest."
Hush, I scolded, but my lips curved anyway.
Christopher Parker was my college suitor—a lone wolf, unbound to any pack. But I had heard he was running jobs for a certain faction. No one knew the details—only that he now had powerful backing.
The last I heard about him was that he'd become a professional model and actor, and built a name in the industry. He was finally a big star.
