Isla’s POV
His hands were strong and warm, cupping my cheeks as he gently turned my face to the side. I froze. Alpha Killian’s face was thunderous, his eyes blaring with a fire I hadn't seen before. It was terrifying... and oddly captivating.
I blinked up at him, shocked by the intensity of his reaction.
His gaze blazed with barely restrained fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I feared it might c***k.
I had assumed he knew Daphne slapped me. He was standing right there. He had seen the aftermath. Right?
Apparently not.
Killian’s voice came out low and firm, repeating the same words over and over as if saying them would make them any less real.
“What did you just say Daphne did?”
I gently dropped the paper bag on the sofa where I had been sitting before he came in.
“It’s fine, Alp
