Estela POV
I gasped as I plunged halfway into the warm bath, still fully clothed. Killian’s strong arms wrapped around me for the second time that night, holding me close like I was a lifeline. His unconscious grip sent a wave of conflicting emotions rushing through me—confusion, heat, longing, anger.
“Wasn’t the plan to clean the mess, not make it worse?” Linda’s amused voice echoed from the doorway.
I looked down at Killian’s sleeping form—his head nestled in the crook of my neck, his breathing deep and even, his arms locked around my waist like I was a damn teddy bear.
“Stop laughing and help me!” I hissed, squirming against him in vain.
It took both of us to peel his arms off me, and Linda didn’t stop chuckling once, despite my glares.
“The doctor is on his way,” she said once I
