KIERAN'S POV
My shoulder still burned from where Sera had brushed past me.
The contact had been brief but packed with enough tension that it sparked like a live wire. I stared at the exit long after she and Lucian had disappeared, a prickly, electric sensation simmering beneath my skin—anger, disbelief. Something else I wasn't ready to name.
A quiet sigh broke my trance.
I turned to Celeste. "I don't think I'm much in the mood for sightseeing anymore," she said. Her voice was calm, but something edged it—something I couldn't quite pin down. "Can we go?"
I exhaled slowly, trying to expel the anger and unease lodged in my trachea. That moment with Sera and Lucian had scraped open something jagged inside me.
But Celeste was here, beside me. I needed to focus on that.
I pulled her closer to me and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm so sorry."
She shook her head gently. "I know it's not your fault."
