KILLIAN POV
I tossed a clean grey T-shirt and a pair of soft sweatpants onto the edge of the mattress. Hazel sat frozen right where I had left her, her knees pulled tight against her chest.
"Change into those," I told her. "Your clothes are covered in dirt from that alley floor."
She swallowed hard, looking down at the sweatpants. She didn’t argue. She took the clothes into the bathroom.
I turned on my heel and walked out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind me to give her space.
Ten minutes later, I stood over the stove, flipping bacon while eggs cooked beside it. The toast popped up from the toaster just as I reached for it.
A soft patter of footsteps echoed from the doorway. I looked up. Hazel stood there, and the sight almost made a rare smile break across my face. My clo
