Heather turns to me and falls into my arms.
“I was a little girl.”
I rub slow circles on her back to calm her down.
“You were. And look at how many little girls you saved. I’m so fucking proud of you, Tesoro.”
Pressing her hand to my face, she sighs my name, and it nearly brings me to my knees.
“Knox.”
Carter works on putting the fire out once he verifies everything is ash.
Heather's face brightens instantly, which concerns me slightly.
“Let’s go kill this motherfucker.”
Kill comes and grabs her hand and pulls her to the door.
“That is probably exactly what you need. How are you going to do it? Is it planned?”
Carter walks out with her bag of supplies and tosses them into the back of our SUV.
“I don’t have it planned. We will see how I feel when I get there.”
Her eyes flash, as her lips pull up into a crazed grin.
“All I really need is five minutes and a pair of scissors.”
She shrugs as Killian opens the door for her.
“But we’ll see.”
Chapter Sixty-Nine
THE HEATHEN
Carter and Knox sit in the back while Killian drives. I have a feeling they think I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown. I’m fine. It was just a moment. Seeing those pictures fucked with my head, but I won’t allow it to be more than that. It can’t be. I will not break down because of Jedediah. I wouldn’t allow it when he was alive there is no way it’s happening now that he’s dead.
“I’m okay. Would you stop the damn triplet eye thing?”
Killian glances back at me in the rearview mirror, his lips lifting in amusement, and I wonder if he’s trying to annoy me.
“Triplet eye thing?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I glare at him in the mirror.
“Yes, the thing where you’re so connected that you just look at each other and have a conversation nobody else can hear. It’s annoying.”
He keeps staring at me and I lose it.
“Eyes on the road Killian. Stop trying to piss me off.”
He chuckles as he turns onto an isolated street.
“I wasn’t trying to piss you off, wife. I was thinking to myself how perfect you are and how much I love you.”
He watches the road for a few minutes before returning his gaze to the mirror. I make a snipping motion with my fingers, mimicking scissors as I pretend to threaten him.
