"No," Isabella snapped without hesitation, already turning away with a dramatic flip of her hair—
"AHHH!"
Her scream pierced the air the moment her eyes landed on a figure standing just a breath behind her.
Kian.
Leaning casually like a well-posed statue carved by a particularly smug god, arms folded, blue eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
"Kian?!" Isabella blurted, pressing a hand to her chest, half from surprise, half from the tiny heart attack she just survived. Her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here raising a brow? No—what are you even doing here in the first place?" Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she panted, cheeks flushed and wild hair clinging to her forehead.
Kian raised the other brow, the way he always did when he was either amused or plotting something deadly.
