POV Estela
This isn’t happening.
Riley beamed up at me, proudly waving a glossy magazine with Killian’s impossibly handsome face on the cover—and all I could do was stare. Frozen. Horrified.
"Ma’am?" the coffee vendor nudged my elbow gently. "Your latte?"
I blinked, mouth hanging open, and blindly reached for the cup he was holding. The heat seeped into my palm, grounding me for a fleeting second. My eyes stung with tears I refused to shed.
We never should’ve come here. This was a mistake.
My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, aching just from seeing him again. The last time I laid eyes on Killian, I was running on pure instinct—snatching Riley from his arms and vanishing before the truth could catch up. I didn’t process the moment. I couldn’t. But now… staring at his face in ful
