I might have a small crush on her friend, who annoys me to no end, but I didn’t want him dead.
“I know. It’s going to storm out. Up for a bedtime story?” My finger traces the beginning of a face, the pointed chin and wide eyes resembling someone I know, though can’t place.
He smirks, slapping my hand from the paper.
“If you were twelve again, sure. But you’re too old for a grown man to read you mythology.” He jerks his chin toward the door. “And your fiancé might not like it.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn from the art and step over his things. “Ew. No offense.”
He smiles, distractedly, buffing the barrel of his gun. “None taken.”
“Why did you suggest that, by the way?” I ask, coming closer to this desk.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
“Yes, you do. You knew being engaged would halt Maeve. You suggested it. Why?”
Licking his bottom lip, dark locks falling into his eyes, Killian continues to clean. “I know your sister very well, Coli. And I know what she wants.”
“And that is?”
“You, happy,” he says, shrugging. The Glock clicks into place. “That’s all she’s ever wanted. Everyone to have their sickening, sweet fairytale endings.”
I snort. “Right. She was only looking to give Sloane the perfect marriage.” Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms. “She only cares about what’s best for the clan. Always has, always will.”
Killian shrugs. “Believe what you want.”
I ignore him and chew on my lip. “Have you seen him?” I ask. At his raised eyebrow, I gesture to the room. “Hayes. I haven’t been able to talk to him for days. I need to get to him before Maeve.”
Killian smirks and it’s the reaper staring at me, black eyes like glass, and face devoid of warmth. “Oh, she got to him. Gave him a Hell of a beating too. He’s off doing whatever he can to get on her good side again.”
Shit.“Did she hurt him?” I can’t have that on my conscience. Not Hayes. Not him.
I won’t think about why Hayes hurting because of me twists my stomach and forces my head to spin.
Killian looks up at me. “Definehurt.”
“Christ,” I curse, dropping onto his bed with a solid plop. “She’s going to kill him. Maeve hates not knowing things before they happen.”
“Comes with the territory,” he retorts.No shit.All Captains like to know everything in their clans. “Hayes isfine,Coli. Just a few bruises. She went easy on him.”
“You were there?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t stop it?”
He just stares.Right. He and Hayes have a great contest of who can piss the other off more. “Well, what does she know?”
Does she know I lied? How much trouble am I in? Will she send me off now?
“She was more hurt than curious.” He throws the rag down, putting pieces together until the Glock is whole again.
Double shit.“Killian, I’m so screwed. I don’t know what to do. What if she gets rid of me? She did it to Sloane. What if she kills Hayes? She might love him but still—” Killian slams the gun on to the desk, interrupting me as he straddles the seat backwards.
“Collins,enough,” he snaps. Like a well trained dog, I halt. “What do you need that will settle your mind?”
After being in our lives for so long, he knows how my mind spirals. How it’ll build up, run scenarios, twist and churn until my anxiety gets too high, I won’t be able to control it.
