KIERA
I followed Cole to the north wing of the pack house, a section I have never been to, even though it seems I have spent an eternity in here. He pushed the door and revealed a sight starkly different to any other rooms I have seen before.
There was a large, well-decorated bookshelf and a small artificial fireplace. A chair sat in front of it, so big that it might qualify as a throne. Blankets draped on the armrests in an orderly fashion as my eyes scanned around and stopped where Cillian stood.
And all of a sudden, I felt like the energy was sucked out of me in one whooshing breath. Of late, Cillian exuded that kind of intangible control over me. He could stand a mile away and still make me unnervingly still.
I hated it, but I could not deny it any longer.
“Close the door, Cole
