22. Honeymoon and explosive truths.
Killian.
I guess Katarina could easily find our room—the largest and most luxurious in the house—because right now she’s lying on the bed, eyes closed, expression relaxed, wrapped in a peaceful fullness. Despite the bruises on her skin, despite the mascara streaked across her face, despite looking like a total mess, she’s there, resting without a single apparent worry.
It’s impossible not to smile at the sight.
Apollo lifts his head from her stomach and flicks his ear toward me. I’ve gotten so used to him that I know exactly what he wants.
“Come on,” I say, and he immediately detaches from Katarina and follows me.
Igor picked the house, but I installed the security systems to make it almost impossible to track or hack us. There’s no absolute guaran
