I believe him.
With the blood on his fingers and hand, it sounds more sinister, but it’s all a part of Killian. And when I fell for him, I had to take the whole package.
The good, the ugly, and the fucked-up.
“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me, after all?” I poke.
“Oh, baby. Not even after death.”
I smile because I know he means every word. “Good, because guess what?”
“What?”
I lean over and whisper, “I’m yours.”
His nostrils flare and a muscle clenches in his jaw. “Repeat that.”
“I’m yours, Killian. I think I’ve been yours since we first met.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I lean against his chest slowly so that I don’t trigger my injuries.
No clue where we go from here, but I’m ready for the world Killian sets at my feet.
I’m also ready to grow into the courageous girl I become when I’m with him.
40
LEVI
THREE WEEKS LATER
Isit beside my uncle on the leather sofa in my office while my boys stand behind us with the stance of rookie soldiers.
Or Bran does. Lan has been exuding the type of destructive energy that gets people killed.
All four of us are staring at the person who’s sitting in the chair across from us. Despite having a plaster cast covering his right arm, he still looks nonchalantly presentable in dark trousers and a button-down.
His hair is styled, his expression resembles a wise monk’s, and he has all the indications to pass as a respectable human.
But I know better.
I never thought there would be a day when I’d be talking to the guy who’s sleeping with my daughter.
Scratch that, I’ve thought of it ever since Astrid and I learned we were expecting a baby girl, and the image always, without doubt, blurred my vision.
Is it too late to ask some witch to take us back in time so my daughter can remain forever young? Because I’m having a hard time coming to terms with this.
Uncle’s state is even worse, but his expression is more in the calculative range. Apparently, he meant it when he suggested beating this fucker to shreds and sending him back to the States with a one-way ticket.
An option I’m not entirely opposed to as it’d mean I’d get rid of the guy Glyndon so brazenly introduced to us with, “Mum, Dad, meet my boyfriend, Killian.”
Yes, she’s had boyfriends before but didn’t feel the need to bring them home. Also, I knew they kept their distance because Lan made sure of it. Apparently, he can’t with this Killian.
“Levi,” Uncle speaks to me without breaking eye contact with Killian. “Don’t you think this chap is shameless enough to show his face in your house after he broke Glyndon’s heart?”
“Indeed, Uncle. He could’ve stayed away and avoided us, but he apparently thought paying us a visit was the right thing to do.”
“Who’s going to tell him that his parents might not recognize him when we’re done with him?”