Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
ZYRAN
Kiara Rivera.
I like the sound of that. She’s going to be my wife one day, whether she likes it or not.
Running a hand through my hair, I flick my pocket knife open and dig the tip of it into my abdomen until I draw blood. A hiss escapes through my teeth, but before I have a chance to stop myself, I’m already carving into my flesh.
I grab a washcloth from the basket on the sink and shove it in my mouth to avoid grinding my teeth together.
Fuck, this hurts.
But for Kiara, I’d walk through a field of broken glass if it meant an eternity with her.
I don’t stop until I’ve carved the last letter of her name into my chest. When I’m done, I take the washcloth out of my mouth, dip it under running water, and clean away all the blood.
I smile into the mirror at the sight of her name etched into my skin.
Kiara Rivera.
My butterfly.
She belongs to me. And I’m going to have her by any means necessary.