“I do not tolerate lies, love,”
Killian’s dark gaze pinned me to my seat and it was clear nothing would satisfy him but the truth. He has a way of looking at me, putting me on edge and yet making me feel safe, pressing me to reveal more than I want to. His eyes wander on my face, searching again as if he will read my mind.
A moment passed and neither of us uttered anything and then, he finally spoke as if he found what he was looking for.
“There is a strategic reason for this,” he said, his head tilted, looking deep into my eyes and his expression turned thoughtful.
“This is not a whim, you don’t do things on a whim,” he whispered the last part more to himself and his gaze became clear. The probing stare that was intimidating me was now turning soft.
“What is it?” he asked, not freein
