RAINE
I tilted my head up, trying to find meaning in the look in his eyes—so unreadable, so detached. My brows furrowed as I asked shortly, “What?”
My voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to break the silence and the invisible tension that had filled the room. It was only after I spoke that Killian seemed to snap out of his long daze.
He walked to the left side of the room, gently placing his longsword on an old wooden rack, almost soundlessly.
Then he lifted both hands and took off his outer coat, a long, cloak-like garment. Now he was left in a tight black shirt that clung to his body, outlining the muscles on his chest and arms.
I couldn’t help but glance at those arms—veined, muscular, and covered in tribal tattoos that formed some sort of family emblem. But of course, I said noth
