Ember POV
The night air whipped at my face as Mira dragged me out of the bar, messing up my carefully laid hair.
Mira's grip on my arm was tight and she didn't let go until we were a long distance away from the Reaper's club, as far as our feets could take us, stopping only when we got to a dark alley sparse of people.
When she let go, I fought to steady myself, feeling my heart thudding in my chest.
I couldn't tell if it was the rush of having to stumble after Mira to keep up with her hurried steps or the aftermath of the fiery hot kiss Killian and I had shared.
Our second kiss.
Just like the first time, it felt like an illusion, as though the moment hadn't happened and it was a thought I made up.
But, my n*****s still tingled from where he'd tweaked it while fondling my breasts.
