Killian's pov
“What is this, Izzy?”
Daniels asked her with his voice sharp. It was heavy and full of the kind of authority he used to speak whenever he was pissed at her. He was looking at her hand, glaring at the ring— the ring that I had given to her. He was looking at it like if he found the person that gave her, the person would be dead meat.
My ring.
The promise ring I had given her.
And God, the way my stomach filled with butterflies the moment I saw that she was actually wearing it. She did not throw it away, she did not hide it, and that meant only one thing— that she had not fully rejected me yet. She wore it like she belonged to me, and that made my c**k jump in my pants; even if she had not said it yet, that was a sign.
I could not help it; my lips formed into a small s
