Killian's POV
My eyes shot open, sweat beads trickling down my face. I scrambled to sit as memories of last night rushed into my head.
My encounter with Valerie felt more like a dream, but the moment she kissed me was the last thing I could remember.
I gripped the bedsheets tightly, almost tearing it into shreds. That b***h had obviously casted a spell on him. I could only pray nothing had happened between us, or else, her head was going to be served to my father's grave on a platter of gold.
My promise to him won't shake me one bit. I needed to speak to Ronan.
I got off the bed, and rushed into bathroom. My gaze settled on the mirror, and immediately, my eyes zoomed in on the marks imprinted from my neck down to my chest.
Hickeys??
I slammed my fist on the sink, shattering it into
