Chapter 7: Dinner and Daggers 

Kian and I sat across from each other at the dining table, eating in silence. I couldn’t help stealing glances at him, taking in the bruises and cuts that marred his striking features. He seemed utterly unbothered, devouring his food with typical gusto.

My eyes traced the sharp lines of his face, the sensual curves of his mouth as he ate. Despite his injuries, I found myself admiring his rugged handsomeness, my gaze lingering perhaps a little too long. He must have felt my stare because he looked up suddenly, those mercurial eyes locking with mine.

“See something you like?” he rumbled, one side of his mouth quirking up.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks at being caught ogling him so brazenly. “I was just wondering what happened,” I replied, trying to seem nonchalant.

Kian set down his utensils and leaned back, assessing me with that intense stare. “Let’s just say there are still some…lingering threats that need handling.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he continued. “Which is why your