29. My entire universe.
Killian.
"Was it really necessary to put her to sleep?" Reid asks, driving his car.
I look out the window; my fingers drum outside, against the roof, in a rhythm I know pisses him off. Realistically, everything I do seems to get on his nerves, which I undoubtedly enjoy.
"It's Katarina; she would’ve put a gun to our heads just to get her way."
"And why didn’t you bring her?"
"Did you take Willa to the deals you made with the police?"
Reid growls a no, which makes me hum a little tune that has him clenching his jaw hard.
Good.
"You’re hiding something, aren’t you, Killian?"
"None of your business."
"We both know you’re not going to prison, so what could you possibly be hiding from her?"
"None of your business," I repeat.
"Whatever. I don’t give a s**t wha
