Finding Killian’s cabin wasn’t easy. He lives too far from town, almost in the middle of nowhere. The sound of the sea crashing against the land and the rocks beneath the small slope is calming and lonely, something that suits Killian perfectly.
It’s already night. I had to take Apollo to Igor so he could watch him while I try to get my husband to come to his senses.
The lights of the cabin are on. My husband’s new home is dreamy, and all I want is to go in there and kick his balls.
That’s how pissed off I am.
I knock on his door hard, violently. The sound echoes loudly, like a declaration of war.
Killian opens the door, shirtless, his face completely indifferent to my presence.
So this is how things are going to go…
I plant my hands on his chest and shove him backward, forcing him
