Chapter 132 Why Are You Touching My Hand

Kieran's POV The second I stepped into the study, I knew Liora was there. Her scent was everywhere, and that faint trace of silvermoon grass lingered in the air. I shifted my gaze and caught the outline of a figure tucked behind the curtain. Was that Liora? She'd chosen the worst possible hiding place. Paul was already moving toward his usual seat. From there, he'd have a straight view of the window the moment he sat down. One glance at the curtain and she'd be exposed. Remembering how she'd slipped away from the table earlier like a little hamster, I stopped Paul before he could sit. "Let's switch," I said. "I want your seat." I didn't know what exactly Liora was trying to do, but I always ended up going soft with her in the most ridiculous ways. Was it because of the fated mate bond? I'd never been this lenient with any other woman. Paul froze and looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" "You sit across from me," I said, my tone flat but firm. "I want us to talk face-to-face