26. The psychopath and his ice princess.
Killian.
Soft knocks on the door wake me up, making Katarina wrap herself tighter around me.
I open my eyes and it takes me a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the night.
"Killian," Igor calls from the other side.
I try to gently slip away from Katarina, but she only hugs me tighter.
"Katarina," I whisper. "Baby, let me get up."
She growls something unintelligible and does the exact opposite of what I ask. She buries her face deeper into my neck and her fingers clutch my forearm. There is a hint of desperation in her touch; she clings to me as if having me close were absolutely vital.
But I know Igor. If he is here looking for me, it is because he truly needs to talk to me.
I carefully turn Katarina and hiss softly when my c**k start
