The moment he realized what she was thinking, it felt like someone was walking – no, stomping – all over his grave, and Nik’s jaw clenched.
The sensible part of him told Nik to be happy, but the stupid part of him told him to take it all back before it was too late.
This should make him happy. This was his opportunity to have his revenge. Daria was obviously convinced she had him, and now would be the best time to pull out the rug under her feet and show her that it was the other way around and she was the one he had eating out of the palm of his hand.
All of this should please him, so why the fuck did he feel like everything was just a second away from blowing up in his face?
Nik took a deep breath. He was going to tell her she had it completely wrong, he decided grimly. And after that, he would tell her this was the last day they would be together and that he never wanted to see her again.
He would make a clean break of it, and that would be it for them.
That was the plan.
But it didn’t happen, and Nik wasn’t able to take anything back because it was already too late.
From behind, Nik heard a familiar voice call out to him, “Nik, darling, I finally found you.”
Miranda.