33. KILLIAN
“I’m sorry. . .”
Kayla’s lips parted slightly as she stared at me in disbelief. I could see the shock written all over her face. She must have not seen this coming.
Eventually, she composed herself and closed her mouth. Then she folded her hands at me and sat back on the bed.
“Are you done?” She demanded instead.
I corked a brow at her in confusion and she went on.
“You said you wanted to talk. You’ve said what you had in mind. Can you leave now?” She requested but the firmness in her voice felt like an order.
My wolf stirred at the rejection. My heart began to ache and I could not find the courage to move.
Again, I asked myself why I was letting her words bother me this much. I asked myself why I was not just forcing her to come back with me. I was the damn king of
