#Chapter 8: When Kindness Cuts

Kane's words hung in the air between us, his knowing smirk making my blood run cold. The hospital corridor suddenly felt too narrow, too confining. "That night, when you ended up in my bed—was it because Giana got in the way?" I met his gaze, struggling to keep my expression neutral despite the panic rising within me. "I don't know what you're talking about." Kane chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "No? Let me refresh your memory. Engagement night. You, showing up at my door, practically begging me to—" "Stop it," I hissed, glancing around frantically to ensure no one could overhear us. "That night was a mistake. Forget it ever happened." "You keep saying that, but I’m still not buying it." he countered, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne—woodsy and expensive, just like him. "Tell me something, Aurora. Does Raymond know about your... wandering affections?" The threat in his words was unmistakable. My heart hammered against my ribs. "What do you want, Kane?"