"Who was the strange man?" Killian said after we finished dinner in the room, "he seemed familiar."
"What man?" I knew who he was talking about but I was trying to stall, it was not the day to make him more upset.
First, we went out in the forest, then found Paula's body. Telling him about Oliver would work as a cherry on top.
I got up from the chair ready to go to bed but felt Killian's hand on my arm. He spun me around to face him. I glanced at his dark eyes burning with questions. I gulped as his fingers traced my face lightly.
"You know I can always tell when you are lying," he said in a deep voice.
"You can?"
"I know you are hiding something from me."
His face was so close to mine, making me forget how to breathe. My eyes fell on his soft lips, I breathed in his rich cologne.
