Killian POV
I lay behind her, watching her back rise and fall to her breathing.
Desperate to touch her again, hold her, apologies again, but she made it very clear she didn’t want me touching her, so I held back. I will respect her boundaries as I try to show her she is not an embarrassement, I am.
Her fae finally stopped growling at us now that we weren’t touching her. Well, I may have my hand under her hair, so I did have some connection to her.
Either her fae hadn’t noticed or was fine with it as it wasn’t skin to skin contact.
The way she spoke to me, refused to look in my direction… it wasn’t Eva. It was a shell that I’d created and hated. I did this and it split me into. I did this.
‘Are you awake?’ Pres mind-linked me as I lay there, sleep not even close as the night replayed
