I Am Not A Tyrant

Karica's POV

I sat with a broken heart, trying to mend the pieces that remained for I was sure I left the best part of it behind with Adiyan and found myself drowning in bitterness and resentment.

I just wished to be alone for some time, but Karica Ruthinie was not that lucky gal who could get what her heart desired.

His dooming presence and that earthly scent descended upon me like a cloak, only it wasn't as comforting as it was supposed to be.

Laila had been happily dancing in my head from the moment I had let Adiyan go, she only wanted her mate, unlike me.

He casually adjusted himself in the white leather seat opposite me and spread his sleek legs.

I threw him a cursory glance and cursed myself. The remains of my fickle heart definitely missed some beats. He had thrown open the first few buttons of his light-grey shirt, exposing his prominent clavicle and the top of his tattoo peeked out. His hair was neatly tied back, there was no braid in it today.

And those black kyanite eye