Bryant pov

"I hope that wench is out of your room?" this was the opening speech of my grandmother the moment she saw me at our next encounter she was so eager to know if I had gotten rid of Kiara it made my stomach twist up for a second before I settled on a chair that was opposite has in the living room and finally gave her the information that would allow her to get a good night rest.

"Yes she is out of my room and I don't think it is necessary for you to be calling her such foul names,"

She stared at me blatantly for some...