Kiara shrugged. “Probably…”

“Yes or no, Kiara.”

Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.”

She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him?

She did…or rather she was supposed to, but…

Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him.