“You want me to sleep on the couch?” she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy silk.
“No… I… I was just…” Killian stammered. He tried to find another excuse, another way out, but his mind was a chaotic blur. It was so uncharacteristic of the ruthless Alpha King, yet here he was—fumbling for words as if he were fighting for his very life.
“Yes? What were you…?” She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture that was both defensive and utterly defiant.
Killian felt his heart skip a beat, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. She was truly going to be the death of him, and she wouldn't even need a silver blade to do it; she would do it with a single, disappointed look.
He shook his head, a wave of helplessness washing over him that no battlefield had ever p
