The Man She Wouldn’t Touch Is Never Coming Back Chapter 07

No trace of her bracelet turned up after a full night of searching, and Iris Hale’s emotions teetered on the breaking point.

Dawn was close, and the entire estate lay in disarray from their frantic hunt.

Iris’s white dress clung crumpled to her frame. Strands of hair at her forehead were matted with sweat, and her hands, always slender and immaculate, were smudged with grime and streaked with blood.

She lost all control. She strode into the bedroom and snatched the emerald pendant from the vanity, the heirloom Kian Voss’s grandmother had given him on her deathbed.

“One last time,” she rasped, “where is my bracelet?”

“I told you I didn’t take it!” Kian stared at her, stunned. His voice shook, and heat stung the backs of his eyes. “Give that pendant back to me!”

“If you won’t hand mine over, you don’t get to keep this!”

The pendant shattered into three jagged pieces, bouncing twice across the floor.

He dropped to his knees, his breath catching in his throat.

“You care that deeply about something he gave you?” His voice cracked with grief. “Deep enough to smash my grandmother’s keepsake?”

Iris looked at him coldly. “What I care about is that you touched what belongs to me.”

“This is the price you pay.”

A sharp, suffocating agony wrapped around Kian’s chest, yet a laugh bubbled out of him.

He laughed, and then tears spilled freely, no longer held back.

“Iris!” he nearly shouted. “You know exactly what it is you care about!”