Killian slowly lowered the phone, his chest heaving with a tightly coiled fury. The Blackwood legacy was built on control, reputation, and ruthless ambition—everything he had just managed to escape for a few hours in Raya’s arms. Turning her around into that world, even for a single dinner, felt like throwing her to the wolves.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the cold tension before heading back toward the bedroom. He didn't want a single ounce of his family's toxicity to touch the peaceful sanctuary he had built with her.
Hearing the sound of rushing water, Killian strode straight into the steaming ensuite. He just needed to feel her. Opening the glass door, he stepped into the spray and pulled Raya's slick, warm body back agains
