Kiara POV:

A guttural sound, filled with pure hate and a raw kind of betrayal, ripped through Christian's throat as she struggled to regain her composure. The woman's knuckles turned white as she clutched her reddened throat, her narrowed eyes shooting venomous daggers my way.

Despite the deep-rooted fear that reeked from her trembling form, there was a commendable defiance in her gaze, a steadfast resistance that - had it been under any different circumstances - would have ...