I put on some sportswear, ready for the lesson, but I still have some time left, so I take my diary and stare at the notes I made. It’s almost weird how obsessed I was with everything around the Vermilion Organization, but now that I look at all that, knowing what nearly all of it means, I don’t care anymore. They’re just pieces of information, just words. They don’t mean anything to me anymore.
I found him, and that’s all it ever was about.
Not only did I find him, but I am now sure that the Kasien I knew is still there. I know he’s not a bad person, he was just brought into a bad world, and he doesn’t know any better.
The way he was smiling when he made us breakfast. He was even joking around.
He was happy.
We were all happy yesterday.
I’m not stupid, I know what they need to do. I’m supposed to be dead.
I let my head fall into my hands, frustrated. I can’t lose him again. Yet I have no idea how to keep him.
?
Theresa is nice, but brutal. I’m covered in sweat and bruises. I can’t catch my breath as I collapse on the mat, with Theresa standing above me. She looks like she jumped out of The Matrix. She’s kind of scary. Hot, but terrifying.
“I can’t do this anymore. That’s enough,” I whine, my voice struggling because I can’t breathe.
“One more spar, get up,” she says with her Eastern European lilt and gives me her hand to help me get to my feet.
But then I hear the rumbling—two motorbikes coming through the rocky driveway, the sound fading into the underground garage. I catch a new breath and my body fills with relief as I look out the window.
They’re here.
I look back at Theresa—she’s waiting for me to get into position, but I give her a weak, whining look.
“We’ve been practicing for more than six hours!” I glare at her.
“Half of it was only theory and we had breaks, Kiara!” she argues back.
Who the hell is this girl? Give me a break.
Then I hear Kasien’s voice getting closer, then Adrien’s voice, and finally they stand in the hall right in the huge entrance to thegym, looking at us. I must be red like a tomato and there isn’t a dry inch on me.
“I don’t like this girl.” I point at her while shooting them an angry look.
They both laugh to themselves.
“I don’t like her either,” Theresa retorts and takes off her boxing gloves, throwing them on the floor at my feet.
I open my mouth in shock.
Bitch.
The guys are in suits again, but Adrien’s hands are smeared with blood and dirt, the stains marking his white shirt as well. I assume they’re not hurt, they’re laughing at us, so I don’t ask.
Theresa walks straight to Adrien, and they greet each other with a quick, almost distant hug, barely touching. Kasien, however, stays still, his gaze locked on me, unblinking.
At least I’m wearing the sexiest gym set I could find, the top tight enough to push my breasts up, almost spilling over the edge.
His gaze drags down my body, slow and deliberate, before lifting back up and locking on my lips. There’s more than six feet between us, but that doesn’t make his stare any less scorching. I shift my weight, feeling the butterflies explode in my belly.
His gaze flickers to the bench press for a millisecond, then back to me. There’s a sting in my chest when the memory of that night flashes through my mind and I swear there’s a glimpse of a smile on his lips. He closes the distance between us, our eye contact not breaking.
He takes my chin in his hand, studying my face and turning it to both sides. He seems satisfied with it being unharmed.
