Collin stopped the second his eyes landed on Mariam.
Kira's aunt and his anger dissipilated instantly.
"Who are you?" Mariam demanded, straightening her spine as the initial shock left her face. Her brows knitted together, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
She had never seen this man around the neighborhood. And the way he tried to barge in—arrogant, unapologetic put her instantly on guard.
Collin blinked, forcing the storm in his chest to settle. He had come here fueled by frustration. Kira ignoring his calls for hours, vanishing without explanation. His temper had dragged him to her doorstep.
But seeing her aunt standing inside her house changed everything.
He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he assessed the older woman. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but his words stayed trapped in his throat. He couldn't afford to slip—not with her involved. Not when she worked directly for Daniel Clafford.
