Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿ELEVEN (11)❀*★

♪♪ I'm sorry, two words I always think

After you've gone when I realize I was acting all wrong

So selfish, two words that could describe

Oh actions of mine, when patience is in short of supply ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [So sorry] - [Feist] 

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Petra's voice brought back a few senses to Kian. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the pieces of the vase that lay on the floor. His breaths went in sharply while he cursed under his breath in realization. He had let his anger and frustration get the better part of him.

What was it with her that ticked him the wrong way? 

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Just as his hands went through his hair, his eyes focused on Lucija.

His expression tightened instantly, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"You..." he trailed off. The eyes he narrowed at Lucija were now pointing to the back of a figure in a black suit.

Ronnie had blocked his path.

A vein in his head twitched in anger. He opened his mouth to ask Ronnie to get out of his way, but Ronnie beat him to it.

"Would you look at the time, Lucija? It says time for you to go home." Ronnie informed her with a pointed look. "Your services for today are no longer needed."

Lucija nodded repeatedly. She didn't need to be told twice. She packed her things in a hurry. Her heart beats drumming hard against her chest as she did so.

Grave silence filled the room after Lucija closed the door behind her. Everyone's body tensed up. Ronnie turned around and fixed Kian, who was narrowing his eyes at him with a scowl.

"What did you just do?" Kian asked Ronnie, his voice dangerously low.

Ronnie scoffed and cocked his head to the side in disbelief. "What did I just do? Have you lost your bloody mind?!"

His right eyebrow arched upward, shocked at the question. "Have I lost my mind? Did you not see her fall or were you temporarily blind when it happened? She could have broken her leg or neck or anything and then we'll have a real problem on our hands. You want to wait for us to have a real problem before someone takes action?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Kian! You saved her! And none of that happened!"

"There shouldn't have been a possibility for that to happen. Do you not get it?"

"Kian." Ronnie's words came out through gritted teeth. He was getting frustrated every waking minute. It was becoming harder to understand his best friend with every word that popped out of his mouth.

Petra laughed with an edge in anger, nodding her head as if she finally noticed something. "You know, I think Esmé was right." She started out.

Ronnie and Kian turned to her fully at her statement. Ronnie tilted his head to the side to observe and figure out what she was up to.

"What do you mean?" Kian asked, his brows furrowed.

Petra folded her hands over her chest with a pointed look directed at Kian. "Why do you care if she had fallen to her death?"

"Petra." Ronnie lowered his voice, warning her.

"No, Ronnie. Not this time. I really want to know. Esmé might not have waited to hear that answer, but I want to hear it. You never really cared for how she was doing before. So, shed some light on this matter for me, Kian. Why now?"