Killian's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, the morning light stretching across the room from a wide hole, painting harsh lines over my reflection.
My shirt hung open across my chest as Liam carefully worked the last of the buttons, his movements precise, like always.
He didn’t speak unless he felt I wanted him to, something I appreciated about him. Most betas didn’t know when silence was worth more than words.
I adjusted my collar, straightening it against my throat, when he finally broke that silence.
“Should I try to wake Isla up?” he asked, his voice low, almost cautious.
I thought of her, how yesterday had carved fire and storm across her face, the way her stubbornness had sharpened her words and her actions.
She carried defiance like a blade. Still, there was exhaustion i
