KIERAN’S POV
I didn’t move for a long time after the door slammed shut.
The sound of it reverberated through my bones, echoing in time with my thundering heartbeat.
I stood there in Sera’s driveway, the night pressing cold and unforgiving around me, staring at the door that separated me from everything I wanted. Everything I’d destroyed.
I clenched my fists, feeling Ashar pacing inside my mind—his restlessness rattling through my body, his wounded pride twisting in my gut.
‘You had one chance,’ he growled, low and feral. ‘One damned chance to make it right, and you botched it.’
“I didn’t botch it,” I muttered under my breath, even though I knew that I had, in fact, royally botched it. “She just… she doesn’t believe me.”
