21. Karma.
In the present.
Killian.
"Killian, we have to go" Igor's voice warns me, so I reluctantly move my mouth away from Katarina.
She doesn't open her eyes, just tastes her lips briefly and stands there, facing me, with the most vulnerable expression I've ever seen on her. Dressed as a bride, mascara running down her face, wounds on her skin and so beautiful.
Vulnerable, beautiful... and mine.
"Killian" Igor calls back.
I raise a hand at him, shushing him.
He grunts and out of the corner of my eye I watch as he, along with two more bodyguards, begins to remove Demyan's unconscious body. I push them out of my mind and concentrate only on her.
"Babe..." I whisper, putting my gun away so I can take her face with both hands. I grasp her confidently, my little fingers caress t
