I must have drifted to sleep because I awake with a jerk when the door opens. I fly up from the couch as Kieran enters the living room, and my heart clenches at the sight of him. His hair sticks up in every direction as though he’s been constantly running his fingers through it. His mouth is downturned, and his shoulders are slumped as though they carry the weight on the world.
Despite his dejected look, he smiles when he sees me. I whimper and throw myself at him. He catches me and crushes me against his broad chest.
“Are you all right?” I snake my arms around his neck and cling to him, happy to be pressed against his solid body again. It feels like centuries ago.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He draws a deep breath and buries his face in my hair. “I am now.”
“What happened?”
He shakes hi
