Kimberly
I paced back and forth across the plush carpet of the bedroom, my fingers twisting together as I tried to calm the storm of thoughts raging in my mind.
Kendrick wasn’t a fool.
He was calculating, sharp, and dangerously perceptive. One wrong word, one slip in my tone, and he would see through me in an instant.
I couldn’t afford that.
Not when I had something I desperately needed to ask of him.
I had to tread carefully.
I exhaled and ran my hands down my arms as a chill settled in my bones. My mind kept circling back to the moment last night—Kendrick’s voice, quiet and raw, whispering those three words.
“I love you.”
Even now, I couldn’t fully process it. The infamous Blood Lord, the man known for his ruthlessness, had confessed something so… human.
But could I trust it?
