Mike saw him, standing there, and all the lights were off, the only light was coming from the building outside.
They were probably reflecting in Kilian’s dark eyes as well, but Mike could not see it, because Killian was keeping his back turned to him and all Mike could see was the dark silhouette of his mate.
And Killian was standing in the dark room, unmoving.
The million pieces of glass were lying shattered at his feet and Mike caught the scent of the blood.
‘He is fine”
his wilf whispered, “he is fine, it’s just a scratch, he is fine…”
The voice was echoing in his head, but Mike was walking towards Killian, unthinking and unseeing anything.
The blood was from a small cut Killian had on his palm and it was most likely an accidental scratch from the glass when he'd broken it-
