Third Person POV
Killian was driving Estela absolutely insane.
She had never met someone who could push her buttons so effortlessly—and worst of all, he actually seemed to enjoydoing it. She couldn’t decide how much of his behavior was about power and how much was just pure, calculated provocation.
Estela glanced over at Paisley, who was still sleeping peacefully in her hospital bed, and felt her resolve to challenge Killian falter. He did need rest. And she desperately needed a moment alone to figure out what the hell she was going to do about them. She couldn’t think straight when he was in the same room—watching her, silently stirring up wants she hadn’t had the strength to suppress.
“Please,” Estela murmured, so quietly she wasn’t even sure he heard her.
Killian gave her a wicked
