"Where's the knife?" He asked.
When she just gave him a questioning glance, Killian sighed. "Am I supposed to bite it right away?"
Killian sat on the sofa beside the table, as Rhea ran ran to the kitchen to grab a knife.
This wasn't the first occasion someone had presented him with a gift; countless others had visited the manor before, each with their motives. Typically, gifts for him came from the other packs. It involved enticing him, convincing him, extending an apology, or presenting a less-than-ideal proposal for an alliance.
Just as he was about to unfold the paper and read it, the door to his study swung open with a loud bang. He glanced upward, yet it wasn't Rhea who appeared. Catherine approached him directly, her face weary and worn.
Killian neatly refolded the paper and pla
