25. Fears rising to the surface.
Katarina.
Apollo is asleep, stretched out at my feet on the lowest step of the stairs, keeping me company while I wait for my husband.
My hand props up my jaw, my temple resting against the banister as I wait for that son of a b***h to come back.
I was so asleep when he left, wrapped in the haze of his touch, that I didn’t even realize how late it was.
Where the hell could he be at three thirty in the morning?
I hear the sound of trucks parking, so I stand up, waiting for Killian to come in.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m far too worried. Killian is so f****d when it comes to survival that lately I’ve gotten used to seeing more and more injuries on his body. I’m not proud that every single one of those wounds carries my name, either directly or indir
