When I stepped in, I half expected to be ambushed, stabbed, or worse, shot. I should have put some sort of defense, but by the time this thought crossed me, I was already inside. My heart seized as I saw Adeline sitting at the head of the seat, unbothered and prim and proper like always. I remember the last thing I heard of her — she was put in self-induced coma before I told Killian to release her.
When I enter, her eyes lifted to meet mine and her bitter gaze got fixed on me. I smirked in answer.
"Hope you are doing well, Mrs. Anderson," I walk towards her one step at a time and roll out the chair beside her, right in front of her. I leaned on the edge of the table, propping my chin on the palm of my hand, looking squarely in her eyes. "You are looking better than I thought," I added.
