Page 101 of With This Kiss
I was in Reign’s apartment alone. He went to my place to pack my things for me. I knew I should have gone with him, but just the thought of setting foot back there…
I shivered.
I hated Tito for making me feel that way about my apartment. Hated him for making me feel scared and insecure right now.
Hated him for thinking he had every right to do this to me, when it had been his actions, his choices that got him hunted down by Caine.
I—
A knock came at the door, startling me out of my thoughts.
I gasped and looked at it, my heart racing with fear.
If someone were here to hurt me, they wouldn’t have knocked, would they?
I shook my head, so unsure of what I should do.
The knock came again.
It sounded urgent.
Maybe I should…
Slowly, I made my way over to the door and looked out the peephole. I stepped back in surprise, my hand reaching for the doorknob.
Should I open the door?
I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face him just yet, but not knowing…
Slowly, I opened the door and came face-to-face with Caine.
He stared at me with that same expressionless face, and while I had always found comfort in my brother’s calmness, there was just something about him that made me feel uneasy.
I shifted a little on my feet.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
I blinked, unsure of how to answer him.
“Or we can just talk right here.”
Yeah, that didn’t sound like a better option either. I moved to the side to let him pass and closed the door behind him, suddenly feeling nervous that we were alone in this space together. I stayed there for a moment, trying to gather my bearings.
It felt like we were strangers more than anything.
I dragged my feet over to the couch where he was already sitting down.
Caine looked around the apartment as if it were this strange, foreign thing he was seeing for the first time.
“Do you want something to drink?” I asked him.
His brown eyes turned to me, flashing with something harsh and unforgiving. “Are you living here now, then? To offer me hospitality like that?”
“I’m just staying here because Tito kidnapped me from my apartment, and I am sure he also killed a man there,” I snapped, feeling all the weight I had been carrying crash down on me with his attitude.
His lips pressed together in a thin line, and he didn’t respond to me.
I let out a small, tired sigh and went over to the adjacent recliner from where he was sitting and sat down, my gaze fixed on the carpet.
