Kira's first instinct had been to turn and run.
But she was done with that. She had been done with it for a long time, and she was not about to start again now, not in her own home, not when he had stood in front of her and promised her fidelity with his own mouth.
Something built inside her chest without warning. It rose fast and hot and completely beyond her control, a pressure that had no name, climbing until it filled every part of her and had nowhere left to go.
Her fingers closed around the water bottle in her hand until the plastic buckled under her grip.
Then it broke through.
She was moving before she had decided to move. The fire that had been flickering through her veins for weeks now roared to life all at once, consuming everything else, and her hand found Ruby's hair and yanked.
