After I ended the call, I started packing. There was hardly anything to take.
I didn't keep a single one of the designer clothes or bags Killian had bought me.
I took only my gold, the old gold smithing tools my grandmother had left me, and a few simple pieces of clothing I'd worn and loved.
I tucked the heavy backpack filled with gold bars and gold beads into my suitcase, then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly for dawn.
First thing in the morning, once Killian had left for work, I would be gone for good. But plans rarely go exactly as expected.
At two in the morning, the front door of the house burst open with force. Killian stumbled in, reeking of strong alcohol.
He didn't go to his own room. Instead, he came staggering down the hall to my door, and kicked it wide op
