“Harper, I want you to find out who did it. Who put drugs in her drinks, get it?” Killian spoke to Harper, the only person with him since he let go of Victor for the day. “Talk to Nicholas if you need any help.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harper replied courtly, and then, he excused himself to leave and get the work done. The sooner, the better, always this way.
Meanwhile, Killian and Mikayla were back at the apartment. He had put her in bed, thankfully, she fell asleep. She was unlike other people who were intoxicated and staying awake and even going nuts, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Killian decided to lie next to her. He had his jacket suit off and only on his shirt with a few buttons opened. Hands under his head, he laid front up, and his eyes looked at the ceiling.
“Hmm… .
