Naya’s POV Two days. It had been two days since the incident, and I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Kieran. Not his face, not his shadow, nothing. The first morning after that night, I had assumed he was simply giving me space. Maybe he needed time to himself, to process everything that had happened. I understood that. But when breakfast passed in silence, and the second day rolled by without so much as a passing glance, my patience wore thin. I sat at the long dining table, picking at the food on my plate, my appetite nonexistent. The room was oppressively quiet, the only sound the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain. Across from me, Kieran sat, focused intently on his meal. His posture was rigid, his movements precise—too precise, as if he were deliberately concentrating on everything except me. I stole a glance at him, waiting, hoping he would finally say something. A simple good morning, a nod of acknowledgment—anything. Nothing. I pressed my lips t
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