After calming down, Zique walked downstairs in search of Kiara. He knew she’d still be mad at him, even if he explained himself she wouldn’t be pleased. He had to find a way to trust her as well as the words that came out of her mouth

She told him she wouldn’t leave, but believing was the problem.

Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the living room. What could he possibly say to get her to look at him the same way she use to?

A gaze without fear...

A gaze not dilut