The click of the door opening wakes me up.
I open my eyes, alarmed, even more so when I notice that everything outside is pitch dark. I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand: it’s past eight p.m., which means I’ve slept through the day. Not surprising, considering I hadn’t slept more than a few hours in almost three days, but it still takes me a second to orient myself.
Finally, I turn, searching with my eyes for the intruder even though I already know who it is.
My skin always senses his presence.
Killian approaches me slowly.
In the little light coming through the window, I see his torso covered by a simple black t-shirt. And the expression on his face is dark, his eyes gleaming almost animal-like.
His aura is full of danger… this man is clearly a predator.
But I’m not afr
