Chapter 108
"What?"
Amara's voice blasted from the phone lying on the table like it had its own attitude.
"Bitch tell me you are not serious."
Her voice bounced around the room in layers of disbelief, shock, and pure confusion. And honestly, same. Kairen stood in front of his mirror looking like a rejected psych patient that escaped mid–evaluation. His gaze dragged over his own reflection—tired eyes, sleep-deprived face, hair fighting gravity like it had given up on him, and that one baggy top slipping off his shoulder like it, too, was done with life.
He had just dropped the bomb about what went down last night at the Cross mansion, and Amara's first words had been a dramatic, "how?...like how did you get here?" Which was exactly how he felt. Lost. Bewildered. A little nauseous.
And he still had no real answer to that question.
Victor's words and the lawyer's persuasion kept replaying in his skull, cold and heavy like a curse.
"Here, take this."
