16. Unknown paths.
Katarina.
The heat of a body curling up behind me is what wakes me in the middle of the night.
“Shh…” His voice whispers in my ear, a murmur that makes me feel warm. His arm slides around my waist, keeping me close to him as I move in bed.
I know that hand, that whisper, that body perfectly.
I know him perfectly.
Apollo curls against my stomach, shifting restlessly as he searches for Killian’s hand to lick, letting out low, whining moans as if something hurts him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, half-asleep.
“Shh, just sleep.”
Killian searches my neck, finding his place on my pulse, a place he’s claimed as his own. I shiver when his lips touch me. There’s something different about him tonight, though I couldn’t say exactly what it is.
The mystery that surrounds him, the
