Killian's Pov
Walking out of that café, I was furious. No—furious didn’t even cover it. I was burning. My body was on fire, my chest felt tight. I had never been this angry before. I didn’t even know why I was so angry. But I was.
I stormed to the car. Yanked the damn door open so fast, I swear, if it was some regular car, the handle would’ve come off. I didn’t care.
I threw myself into the backseat. Slammed the door.
“Drive,” I said.
The driver just sat there, still turning the ignition like he had all the time in the world.
I growled, “I said, drive! What the hell is this?”
“Sorry sir, sorry sir,” he stuttered.
God. He was already getting on my nerves. Everything was getting on my nerves.
I sat back. Legs bouncing. Tapping. Rubbing my jaw. My eyes—still looking through the wind
