I watch her all the way up the door. Her curves in that dress. Her hair in the light leaking through the window. The way she puts one foot carefully in front of the other, aware on some level that she’s so dangerously close to falling over an edge she will never be able to climb back up again.
“Am I allowed in the front seat now?” Charlize quips when she’s gone.
I shoot her a silent glare and get out of the car. “Kinsley,” I call before she can make it to her front door.
She freezes on the spot and turns warily to me. I hear the double clap of the car’s doors as Charlize moves up to the passenger’s seat.
“You should go,” Kinsley bites out. “She’s waiting for you.”
Her eyes narrow a fraction. “Goodnight, Daniil.”
“Kinsley,” I say sharply. “That was… Christ, f**k me.” I growl wordlessl
