Killian's POV
I hate that we have to be private. I hated that I can't flaunt her just as I like and then other people get to shoot their shot at her shamelessly. I paced the small space-back and forth, trying to burn off the energy. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, hoping it was Rae.
Victor.
My stomach twisted. I already knew where this was headed. I answered on the second ring.
"Yeah?"
"Come to the pool side. Now." Victor's voice was low, clipped, no room for argument. "We need to talk. It's very important."
I exhaled slowly. "About what?"
"You know what. Five minutes."
The line went dead.
I stared at the phone for a second, thumb hovering over Rae's contact. Should I tell her? Warn her? No. She'd panic. She'd worry. She'd been through enough already.
I tugged o
