Killian
When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the silence. No sounds of battle. No scent of blood. No pain in my chest.
Just… a dull ache in my head and the faint perfume of lilies of the valley. The smell was familiar but my foggy brain couldn't place it.
My sheets were damp. My body exhausted.
And then I saw her.
Lyra.
She was slumped on the floor beside my bed, her head resting near my arm, silver strands of hair catching the light. She was fast asleep, lips parted slightly, a crease between her brows as if even in sleep she was worrying about something.
A sharp, confusing wave of emotion twisted in my chest.
I remembered in flashes; heat, fire in my veins, and a kiss. Gods, her mouth on mine. The taste of her, the way she had trembled against me and then pulled away with s
