Killian's POV
I slumped into my chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it held the answers to everything weighing me down.
My head felt heavy, my body heavier. No matter what I tried to touch today, I knew it would come out wrong. I was too drained to even pretend otherwise.
I found out Daphne had packed her things and moved into another office. I don’t even know who told her I was in a foul mood, but clearly the message reached her before I could. Well, that's better.
A knock broke through my thoughts. I didn’t bother to answer. Before I could even tell whoever it was to get the hell out, the door swung open.
She walked in like she owned the place. Isla.
“What do you want from me, Isla?” I asked, trying to keep the fury out of my voice.
She didn’t flinch. “Don’t take your pain ou
