11. Pride and prejudice.
Katarina.
I wake up in an empty bed.
Killian’s scent is still on his cold side of the bed, and his silk shirt is still the only thing covering my body.
What the hell happened last night?
I close my eyes, recalling events I don’t even know how to feel about.
I bring my hand to my neck, where I can still feel his lips against my pulse. I suppress the shiver running through my body. And it’s not his action that makes me shiver to the core—it’s the meaning behind it.
Why would he, of all people, need to feel me alive to be able to sleep?
As if he’s afraid I might disappear at any moment.
As if he’s afraid of losing me.
I shake my head to push the thought away. Trying to understand Killian would only give me a splitting headache, and right now I need a clear m
