Daxton’s P.O.V

Kian’s perfume seeped into my nose while I braced an arm over the table, peering down at the woman whose auburn hair fell over her shoulders, her legs curled by her side. I raised a brow because why the hell was Verena hiding from Kian?

And at that, under my table?

Those dark brown eyes that were the first thing to catch my attention pierced into mine, as she clasped both hands over her face in the form of a plea. “Please…” 

My face morphed into a slight frown. There was no need to hide from Kian. She had just deprived me of seeing the horror on Kian’s...