If it wasn't for the solid wall of heated flesh that Serena’s limbs collided with a split-second later, she probably would've face-planted right into the marbled club floor.
A pair of strong, muscular arms encircled her slender frame, allowing her to regain her balance and steady herself.
Killian was on his feet and moving before his brain even fully processed what was happening.
Every finely-honed instinct he possessed had him tensing in a cold spike of adrenaline, ready for violence as his gaze snapped towards the source of the commotion. However, he forced himself to pause and assess the situation with a calculated detachment, taking in Serena's steadying form and the lack of any immediate threat.
No real danger would come to her as long as he was there watching over her with the
