Kieran’s POV

I watch her tremble, the rawness of her emotions laid bare, and I can feel it seeping into me, threading through the armor I’ve spent years building. Scarlett. Every time I look at her like this, I’m reminded that she has a way of finding the cracks in my control, the spaces I’ve kept hidden even from myself. And tonight, with her crying into my hands, her face wet with tears and mascara, her ancestral haze still thrumming faintly in her blood, I realize how dangerous that ...