Killian
She was the only person I trusted to give me that kind of straight talk. She was my ride-or-die.
"I know," I admitted, finally feeling grounded. "I needed this check. You’re the best."
She smiled a practiced, calm, society smile that smoothed over the rough edges of the world. "I know, sweetie. Now, go shower. I'll get the fire stoked, and I'll lay out these files on the table so they’re ready when you come down. Two hours. That's all I need you to give me."
I nodded, utterly relieved to be given a simple, controllable task. I could handle a shower. I could handle a merger file. I couldn't handle the memory of Nova's lips melting under mine, followed by her instant, brutal rejection.
"I'll be down," I told her, grabbing a dry robe from the cabinet. "You don't have to wait, T."
