|| Author POV ||
Killian’s eyes darkened. The muscle in his jaw twitched.
He stayed silent for a moment before he turned his boot and walked out of the mansion again.
He slammed the car door shut close. The engine roared as he pushed the accelerator down hard. The city lights blurred past him. He shouldn’t have scolded her. But he wanted her to hate him.
Last night he lost control. A man like him who looses his temper over someone speaking without his permission wouldn’t stay calm after some other guy touched his woman.
If she was upset... he already knew where she’d go.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Killian’s eyes fell on the bridge over Crest river. He slammed the brakes, the tires screeched and the car halted. He stepped out, boots crunched against the sand as he made
