21
When I woke up early in the morning, Killian wasn’t in our suite. Where had he gone this early? And what about the sun? It was already up and climbing, and I still didn’t know if it could hurt him or not.
I waited for a little while, but when he didn’t come, I ordered breakfast for myself. Beignets and chamomile tea—perfection. After breakfast, I checked myself in the mirror. I donned black leggings, a thin gray sweater, my leather jacket, my boots, and my dagger tucked inside. Besides the heavy bags under my eyes giving it away that I was still tired as hell, I looked okay.
I waited for a few more minutes, but the day was wasting away, and I had to talk to those witches. Anxious and a little worried, I left the hotel.
And I bumped into a massive wall.
Killian held my elbows before
