Page 41 of Unfolding Kiara

Lights flickered on in the hall and I saw him.

That voice. Those eyes. That hair. Those lips.

A sharp exhale escaped my lips and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I stared back at him, his dark pupils widening. Blue and green eyes gazing at every little inch of my face, my skin.

No, it couldn’t be.

But it was happening.

His heterochromic diamond-like eyes drilled into me as if I was naked and bare and he could see me. See everything that I was feeling right now.

After all these years . . .

I shivered when he exhaled sharply, warm breath caressing my bare neck.

“Ethan,” I whispered.

“Bella,” he whispered as if it was a prayer.

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