I fhad to resist the urge to march over and slap that smug look right off her face.
"That's not true, Kieran," I said angrily. "I'm not trying to manipulate you or make you feel sorry for me. I'm honestly done with you and I’m leaving.”
With that I pulled my suitcase out of the house ignoring Kieran calling after me.
I wiped the flour from my hands, surveying the mess I had made in the kitchen. Baking had always been a way to channel my restless energy into something productive. The sweet, buttery scent of freshly baked cookies was already making my mouth water.
As I began cleaning up the countertops, a sharp knock at the door startled me. I paused, my brow creasing. Who on earth could that be?
Since I moved out of Kieran’s house, no one knew the address to my new house. I didn’t move into my mother’s house because I knew he was going to find me there easily.
Drying my hands on a dish towel, I made my way to the front of the house, my socked feet padding softly against the hardwood floors.
Peering through the peephole, I was surprised to find Tristan, one of Kieran's trusted omegas, standing on my doorstep. What was he doing here? I drew in a sharp breath before pulling the door open.