Chapter 87:

Kira’s POV:

I sat on the edge of the couch, breath shallow, spine ramrod straight as I tried—truly tried—to pull myself together.

My hands curled into fists on my lap, nails biting into my skin.

Then Donato’s voice cut in like a blade slicing through fog.

“You shouldn’t be feeling this way over a man like that.” His tone was light, almost mocking, like he couldn’t believe I was even upset. “I coul