Chapter 27

The corner of my well-made eyebrow raised the moment Kairos touched the side of my waist, keeping me still and calming me down from kissing him aggressively which made me stop. His lips didn't move to respond to my kisses and I felt like making out with a wall, sexually violating him even, so I stopped.

I took a step away from him, but before I could take my distance. His hand grasped around my wrist and his eyes landed on a particular part of my lips. I am not wearing any lipstick so I am sure that it's not that. It wasn't because my lipstick was smudged but because of the cut on my lip that is pretty much visible to anyone if they take their time to look at my face.

Kairos stood up from his swivel chair. He cupped my cheeks, caging my small face in his hands. I looked away but he was quick to angle it back in a position where he could see the small cut in my lips.

"Who did this to you?" He asked. His eyes darkened in oblivion. He is like those knights who came home to their wives