16. Unknown paths.
Katarina.
A warm body enveloping me from behind is what wakes me up in the middle of the night.
"Shh..." his voice whispers in my ear, a whisper that makes me feel warm. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place when I stir a little in bed.
I know that hand, that whisper, that body perfectly.
I know him perfectly.
Apollo moves nestled against my belly, reaches for Killian's hand to lick him and emits whimpering moans, as if he's in pain from something.
"What's wrong?" I ask sleepily.
"Shh, just sleep."
Killian searches my neck, finding his place on my pulse, a place he has taken over. There's something strange about him today, but I couldn't say precisely what.
The mystery that surrounds him, the secret behind his every act, the enigma that is him.
