Killian's POV
I’d been standing outside the door for longer than I should’ve, listening.
At first, I told myself I was only giving Isla a moment, that whatever spat she and Daphne got into would burn itself out in seconds.
But when I heard Isla’s voice raised, followed by Daphne’s little poisonous laugh, I stayed. My hand was on the doorknob, ready to go in and shut it down, yet I didn’t.
I wanted to hear them. Both of them.
The tone in Isla’s voice, not timid, made my chest tighten and I was eager to hear what was going on. She wasn’t backing down.
Daphne, on the other hand, was exactly what I expected: smug, entitled, thinking she could stake a claim on me like I was some trophy her father had already bought.
I could feel my wolf scratching under my skin, growling for me to bar
