Jade
Killian looks up, his face impassive. But he doesn’t say anything.
“Where are you going?”, I repeat.
“Fishing.”
“You hate water… and you can’t even swim.”
His lips draw up in a mean smile. “Don’t you know a lot about me, little gem.”
“Where are you going?”
I’m starting to feel ridiculous… I just need to know. Somehow it feels like nothing is more important than hearing the answer to my question. I knew something was up when Killian snapped back at my Dad downstairs and then just left. Killian behaved weirdly before that, looking at the cuffs. I picked them up right after and couldn’t see what he was so interested in that he spent a good two minutes looking at them.
And I’m not ashamed to admit that I watched him the whole time we were there. Call me crazy, but something happen
