*Killian*
She is going to drive me mad. I am fairly certain of it as I sip my scotch, stare out the window of the library into the darkness, and wait for her arrival.
After hauling up the tub and water, I am incredibly tempted to lounge against the wall and watch as she removes her clothes, as she steps into the bath, as she dribbles water over her skin. But if I stay, I doubt that she will get so much as her tiniest toe wet before I have her on her back. I yearn for her with a fierceness I don’t want to acknowledge. Never before has any she-wolf affected me as she does.
So I walk out simply to prove more to myself than to her that I can.
I never would have expected to find Tia on her hands and knees cleaning. Granted, Mrs. Barnaby is no spring chicken and her efforts yesterday with th
