The house was still.
So still, I thought I might finally fall asleep—until I heard a gentle knock at the window.
I turned my head sharply, heart leaping before I saw the outline of Killian’s frame outside.
I slipped out of bed and padded to the window, pulling it open with frozen fingers.
He didn’t say anything.
Just stood there in the soft light of the moon, eyes lifted to mine like he could see right through me.
“I can’t sleep,” I whispered.
“I know.” His voice was quiet, steady. “May I come in?”
I stepped aside.
Killian climbed through the window with a practiced ease that told me this wasn’t his first time doing something like this.
He moved like someone who belonged in the dark.
But when he looked at me—he didn’t look dangerous.
He looked… calm.
Watchful.
Like Sele
