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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.