Neither of us slept.
I lay curled against Killian's side long after the household had gone dark, his arm anchoring me against him like he was afraid I might disappear the moment he stopped holding on. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the black SUV closing the distance, heard my mother's voice cracking apart mid-sentence before the line went dead.
"You're awake," Killian murmured into the dark, not a question.
"Can't stop thinking about it."
"Neither can I." His thumb traced slow, absent circles against my shoulder. "I keep running through every enemy I've ever made, trying to figure out which one would go after you instead of me directly."
"Maybe it's not about you at all," I said quietly. "Maybe for once, this isn't about the Voss name."
He was quiet a moment. "That's worse, someho
