LIAM
Something has changed between Kian and me. And I can't put my finger on what has gone south.
We stayed at our side of the bed all night. I never felt the warmth and comfort I am used to feeling when I sleep with Kian. He didn't touch me. Cuddle me. And we didn't talk about it.
What should we talk about? 'Hey! My dear enemy, for who my dick shows interest, why didn't you cuddle me last night?' Seriously? This sounds like the most lame thing I have ever heard of. I would rather bury myself six feet deep under the ground than ask Kian this.
No, nope, not happening. Thank you.
Kian is taking me to some sort of cult. The cult is named The Crimson Pact. I don't know the name of the cult that I am looking for, but I will consider myself the luckiest person in the world if this Crismon Pact turns out to be what I am looking for. But this is the thing. The God of Luck has never been fond of me to grant me such luck, so it is better if I keep my expectations low.
