—Lena—
"You know for someone whose last words to me three years ago was that you never wanted to see me again, you keep showing up a lot lately."
Just as he opens his mouth, Eric practically throws himself between us.
“Killian, thank you so much for sorting the door for us.”
What? How can Killian get us in, and when did Eric become best buds with him? I need to escape this torture, and scanning the room in panic, my thoughts to exit via the back door are foiled when Eric grips onto my arm, predicting my escape.
“Lena, did you know Killian owns this place? I mean, seriously, how hot is this club.”
A wide smirk appears on Killiam’s face. I’m ready to kill Eric with my bare hands. Didn’t his parents teach him not to play with fire?
“Good evening, Mr. Kelly.” The b
