The hurt on Isabella’s face terrified Killian more than anything else ever had—it felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He wasn’t afraid of anything in the world—not even death—but the mere thought of losing Isabella…
He wanted to leap after her, to stop her, to explain what had just happened. But Maya’s arm was still around his neck, holding him back, preventing him from moving toward his wife.
Earlier, when Killian had been waiting for Isabella in their bedroom, Maya had barged in. She’d smelled Isabella’s scent on him and immediately started arguing. Killian, not wanting to ruin the night, dismissed her, saying they would talk in the morning. But instead of leaving, Maya grabbed his shirt collar and threw herself onto the bed, pulling him down with her before he could react or eve
