SHAWN
Killian. Motherfucking Killian.
What the hell was he doing here? And why on earth would he come slithering into my building at this exact moment?
Anger filled my entire being, my knuckles practically white as my hands pressed harder against the tiled wall. I wanted to tear him apart limb from limb.
I wanted to wrap my bare hands around his throat and squeeze until life drained completely from his arrogant eyes.
The fury at having this incredibly rare, precious moment violently interrupted was suffocating.
This was the first time I had finally managed to get Elara entirely alone to myself since the disaster of our divorce. This was my hard-earned moment—the crucial junction where I could finally lay my soul bare, reason with her, and convince her to see the truth of my remors
