CANDICE.
The pack house had gone quiet by eleven.
I was still stuck in the command center, staring at the eastern movement data like it could somehow drown out everything else in my head. But it couldn’t. All I kept seeing was Brenda walking straight into Killian’s arms at the gate. The way her body melted against his, like it still remembered every single inch of him. Like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world.
Two years.
They had been together for two f*****g years.
The door opened quietly.
Killian walked in. Still fully dressed. Dark circles under his eyes that probably looked just like mine. He didn’t say anything about me being here this late. He just pulled out the chair across from me and sat down like he belonged there.
“You should get some sleep,” he said.
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