STALKING ME?

It was so thoughtful of him. To think he'd drop by to see me.

My smirk widened. “Aiden, darling,” I drawled, my voice dripping with sass. “You gotta switch up your tricks. Stalking me like some lovesick puppy? People might think you’re obsessed.”

His low chuckle filled the room, dark and dangerous, but I caught the edge in it. Something akin to nervousness. I think.

“You’re cocky for someone bleeding, Elira,” he said, stepping closer, his boots soft on the tile. “Maybe I’m just here to finish what I started.”

Tch. He wished.

If anybody was finishing anything, then it'd be me. Me!

I tilted my head, wiping...