|| Author POV ||
Killian entered the mansion. He didn’t bother checking on her first. The faint scent of blood clung to him and he refused to let her breathe that tainted air.
His clothes were soaked in blood.
He headed straight to the shower, washing away the grime of the night. When he stepped out, the house was quiet.
Was she already asleep?
He moved silently to his study, pushing open the door and walked inside. Inside, she was slumped over the desk, fast asleep with her head resting on a notebook.
His sharp blue eyes narrowed as they landed on the sum solved on the page. Wrong answers.
His eyes caught the faint glow of her phone clutched loosely in her hand. Was she checking the time and waiting for him?
The thought made a rare soft chuckle escape him.
Killian scooped her up,
