21. Karma.
Present time.
Killian.
"Killian, we need to go," Igor’s voice warns me, and reluctantly I pull my mouth away from Katarina’s.
She doesn’t open her eyes; she only savors my lips for a moment and stays there, in front of me, with the most vulnerable expression I’ve ever seen in my life. Dressed as a bride, mascara running down her face, wounds on her skin… and so beautiful.
Vulnerable, beautiful… and mine.
"Killian," Igor calls again.
I lift a hand toward him, silencing him.
He growls, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as, along with two more guards, he starts dragging Demyan’s unconscious body away. I shove them out of my mind and focus only on her.
"Baby…" I whisper, holstering my gun so I can take her face in both hands. I hold her with confidence; my pinkies bru
