Killian’s pov
The warehouse office was silent except for the soft hum of the single desk lamp. Killian stood infront of the window, staring outside at the city. His suit jacket was discarded on the chair, sleeves were rolled up, veins stood out along his forearms.
It's been two days since he barely had a wink of sleep. His mind kept wandering to Evangeline. He couldn't stop thinking about her.
The door creaked open and Tristan entered. “Boss,” Tristan said carefully. “You asked for me?”
Killian didn't turn immediately, his gaze was fixated out the window.
"Yes, I did," he murmured.
"Okay," Tristan said, "what do you want me to do?"
Killian turned, facing Tristan, his eyes burning with something hard and dangerous.
He wanted to know more about Evangeline that's why he called Tri
