Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

So, during dinner, everyone except Crystal was eating like they had something else on their minds. At least the meal went smoothly enough, wrapped up in a somewhat uneasy harmony.

Afterward, Miranda headed straight upstairs. With her godmom around, she didn't need to stick around when guests were over - especially not these two.

As they were saying their goodbyes downstairs, Miranda figured it was the perfect time to retreat to her room and mull over the day's events. It had been quite a whirlwind, what with someone trying to attack her and another person wanting to recruit her.

Crystal, on the other hand, disappeared into her lab after dinner. Unless she was sleeping, she was rarely seen outside of it. While Miranda dabbled in academics, Crystal's pursuit of knowledge was on another level - practically obsessive.

Miranda opened her bedroom door and had barely stepped inside when it swung shut behind her.

Her instincts kicked in, and she whirled around, ready to defend herself, only to find Elian leaning against the door. He flashed a roguish grin, one finger resting against his lips to signal her to keep quiet.

Miranda frowned. "Weren't you downstairs?"

Elian closed the distance between them in a single stride, his downcast eyes catching the faint glow of the dim room as they settled on hers. "I told Aunt Lavinia I needed to use the restroom." His voice was a low, husky murmur, laced with an undercurrent of restrained emotion.

brows. "And you ended up in

were downstairs - surely someone would have

his tone, like a kid proud of

was at loss

short hallway outside her door that connected to a small balcony, which was conveniently close to a window beside the downstairs

she asked, trying

filled with an intense, untamed desire. He replied with a subdued voice, "Just feeling

bit threatened. It's unve

Miranda asked, "What?"

voice barely trailed off when his lips suddenly met hers, warm

e caught in

quickly escalated into something more fervent and all-consuming, an

didn't pull away, his eyes, less misty,

taste of blood mingled in their breaths, strangely fueling