Chapter 8

Cyran POV-

I wanted to wring that pretty little neck of hers. When I left her room, I started toward my room, only to alter my course. If I didn’t get as far away from her as possible right now, I was going to kill her myself. Making my way down the stairs, I went outside and in a fit of anger, kicked over the grill.

“Hey! Why take out your frustrations on the grill? I bought it.” Kellan rushed to the grill and picked it up, examining it in the process.

“Then buy a new one.” I spit out as I made my way to the pool. If I didn’t release some of this anger inside me, I was going to become destructive.

“It is fine, nothing a little glue can’t fix.”

I didn’t bother with a response. Pulling my shirt over my head, I tossed it to the ground, before unbuttoning my jeans. After pushing them off and kicking them to the side, I paused at the edge of the pool.

Looking over my shoulder at the house, my eyes landed on Azura’s bedroom door. With windows making up seventy percent of the house, I