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.

her brows. "And you

upstairs, they were downstairs - surely

mischief in his

at loss for

to a small balcony, which was conveniently close to a window beside the downstairs restroom. If someone was nimble enough, they could indeed make the

she asked,

bore into her, filled with an intense, untamed desire.

bit threatened. It's unve

Miranda asked, "What?"

lips suddenly met hers, warm

e caught in

intertwined as that exploratory kiss quickly escalated into something more fervent and all-consuming, an electric storm of emotions and

Elian winced but didn't pull away, his eyes, less misty, yet still lingering on her face with a puppy-like,

in their