Kiva's POV
Oh gosh I hate him. He makes my insides boil. I can't control my anger whenever he's around me. I don't understand why one minute I'm calm—somewhat calm, but then the next, I'm like a cat with claws. He makes me this way.
I had fought to keep myself calm as the door opened, but then he had walked close to me, talked to me, kissed the back of my earlobe and then whispered to me.
The whisper had done it this time.
That slow provocative whisper made with the tenderness and sweetness of his voice. It had touched chords inside of me, and I just couldn't stand still anymore. I had to react quickly.
Oh he makes me angry. He makes me more than angry, he makes me furious.
His striking face, his always fresh and oh so hot breath, his long hair, his beautiful laugh. All these things annoy me. Like why is he grinning right now after spending weeks with Isis?
Not that I care. I'm just stating.
