LUCIAN
I was faster than the wind as I ran to the room where Killian was kept. Even Salvador couldn’t outrun me this time.
I didn’t think twice or knock before pushing the door open when I got there. I staggered in and swerved my head around the heated room, then smirked sinisterly when my eyes fell on Killian, who was seated on the bed, his hand wrapped around a cup. He smiled ruefully when he lifted his gaze and locked eyes with me.
“What took you so long?” he teased as he glanced at the ticking clock on the wall. I huffed and chuckled loudly, shuffling forward to meet him.
“Forgive me,” I muttered, playing along with his game. His lips twitched up into a smirk, and he chuckled loudly before dropping the cup on the bedside drawer.
“I thought I would never wake up.” He muttered, suddenly getting into a serious mood.
I sighed loudly and sank into the bed, then gripped his hand, which was still cold.
“Well, you are now,” I replied in a comforting voice that sent happiness sweeping acro
