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Killian arrived home later in the day from the east shore, but he still couldn’t peel off that prickly sick feeling the moment he met Herron, one of the main accomplices to his parents' deaths.
He got out of the helicopter tired and frustrated, as he felt the familiar heat that consumed him whenever he thought of the attack.
"Welcome home, Master Killian," one of the maids closest to him said with a bow, and the others followed.
He unconsciously looked around, hoping to catch the glossy eyes belonging to a certain brunette, but she wasn’t there. His uneasy gaze might have answered the maids’ confused looks as they let out a smile in realization of what or who he was searching for.
"Miss Brynn had gone to bed early after a full day in the library and at the fountain area, Master K
