Kyra's POV
Kieran laughed maniacally as he stared at Nathan, his grip on my arm unwavering despite my struggles. His neck flushed crimson with rage at the sight of the intruder.
My heart pounded wildly. Nathan was here. Why? Did Phoebe tell him? And Snow... my daughter... did she bring her to him? Even in the midst of all this danger, terror gripped my heart at the possibility that Nathan had already met Snow. I wasn't ready for that—not yet.
"Funny how you bravely say that while I'm holding a gun," Kieran taunted, brushing the weapon against his cheek with a smirk. "Do you think you can stand against my bullet, Anderson? You'd be buried six feet under even before you got close to me."
I watched Nathan's fists tremble as he clenched them. When his eyes found mine, they immediately softened. "Are you all right?"
"Don't ask her such stupid questions, Anderson," Kieran snapped, clearly offended. "I love Kyra. I would never hurt her."
