Chapter 37: Cracks & Clashes
(Kieran POV)
The moment my phone buzzed with Nova's reply last night, I felt a weight lift and drop at the same time.
Nova: Fine. Training ground. After lunch. But I still don't trust you. This is your second chance. Don't blow it.
I stared at the screen for a long minute, thumb hovering over the keyboard. I wanted to type something witty, something to lighten the mood, but every word felt wrong. So I just sent:
Me: Won't. Promise. See you there.
Then I threw the phone across the bed like it burned me.
I haven't slept properly since the training ground. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face—shock, then fury—right before her palm cracked across my cheek. I can still feel the sting. Deserved it. More than deserved it.
I didn't mean to use the seduction glamour.
That's what I keep telling myself.
