Killian’s POV
I knew the exact moment she saw me and no, our eyes didn’t meet.
She didn’t call my name either but she froze, completely, as though she had seen the ghost of a past lover.
But I wasn’t a lover, I was nothing.
To Ember Monroe and all of the high socialites she mingled with, I was a man who shouldn’t exist in their world, but here I was, standing in it, a couple of steps away from here.
Sam gave a low whistle next to me then clasped his arm around my neck in a careless manner, “You know, for someone who claims not to care, she easily distracts you.”
I pushed his hands away, muttering, “I’m not distracted.”
The hoarseness of my voice however gave me away and Sam chuckled amusingly.
“You are but you can deny it all you want.”
I shot him a glare but my brows shot up eve
