Emma POV
The night was peaceful, with the gentle wind whispering through the cracks in the window, waking me from a light sleep. The moonlight barely illuminated the room, but something in the air told me something was out of place. I had already woken up and looked around, realizing that the space next to me on the bed was empty. I knew exactly where Killian was. It seems that he did this when he couldn't sleep: he would go away for a while to smoke, as if the cigarette was a small relief from his thoughts.
I sighed, wrapping myself in the soft robe that was hanging on the bedpost. Mattie was sleeping soundly, and I didn't want to wake him. I walked silently toward the porch, the cool floor of my feet making me feel even more alert in the night. Upon opening the glass door, the cool bre
