10. Incandescent flame.
Katarina.
Since I’m not an i***t, I go after him, shouting his name.
“Killian!”
I follow him down the hall, watching the muscles in his back tense with every step he takes.
I quicken my pace, trying to catch up.
“Igor,” Killian says over his shoulder, without stopping, already outside the house.
Five seconds later, as if communicating telepathically, Igor catches up to me and grabs my shoulders. Killian moves away from me while I can only watch, powerless, as he walks off.
I shake myself, but Igor stays firm behind me, holding me.
I want to hit him so he lets go, but with all the men around guarding, I know the only one who’d get hurt would be me.
I silently watch Killian get into a black SUV, two men with him, and they speed off, throwing gravel into the
