เข้าสู่ระบบMy heart was torn into two — one part ached to be in Killian’s part and the other, the other was just so tired of feeling anything.Killian softly brushed away the tears from my face. I couldn’t feel the numbness anymore; my whole body, every nerve and especially my heart, all were very much aware of Killian’s proximity. We were in the yacht’s cabin, and Killian shut the door without as much as looking at it, without leaving the hold of me. Then his lips were back on me with hunger. I felt that I had suppressed for so long, with turmoil in my heart, but with his every touch I seemed to forget my thoughts, as the pain melted under his heat, and I was pushed to the bed.“Killian…” I gasp, I wanted to say Not now, we need… but I forgot what we needed to do. All I could is feel him and soon every other article of clothof the floor and Killian was over me, he laid out the open mouth kissed down to my chest, tears didn’t stop coming from my eyes as his touch felt something that was beyond j
“What do you want?” I couldn’t help it that my voice shook.“What I always wanted,” he said softly, and his eyes were softer… but now that I looked closely, there were dark circles under them. The ache inside me didn’t relieve its clutches—just dug deeper inside me.“You shouldn’t be here,” I finally managed to turn away. The flashes from before flooded in my head. Tommen mocking Killian.How pathetic you have to be to hold the woman who is sired by your parents’ killer. I could still hear his cold sick laughter and the crazed look in his eyes—the eyes I see every day in the mirror—and from that moment on I could never see it differently. Every time I remember that moment the only thing I remember is how much pain that person had done to the man I loved.“You are running away again.”“I am not running away. I have done everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly. The Andersons are dust and Tommen is dead. Mission accomplished. Now I don’t want to think about…” I took a deep breath, c
1 and half months later, Thailand.The sea here was the color of the eyes of the woman in the painting Killian brought for me, as I walked along the beach to stop at the coffee corner. I was now a regular here but today seems to be some sort of gathering; normally there is not much crowd on this side of the beach. I took my seat on the corner, by the wall, where I still have the perfect view: wide-stretched sea and the golden sand before it. My heart clenched once again. I leaned back into the chair, unable to look away, and my lungs filled with air full of sea salt and yet there was no cure for the ache that reached somewhere deep inside of me.The sun was about to set and people were gathering around with candles and something like flower baskets in their hands.“Chocolate pastry as usual,” a woman a few years older than me came to me, her brown hair braided to the side and her thin frame standing tall over me. Lily gave me a warm smile.“Yes, Lily, thanks,” I said, and then looked
I saw the life drain from her blue eyes, and I smirked.“I… can’t… believe you…” She looked down at my hand holding the knife that was in her heart completely.“Yes, well, I don’t like being forced to do things I don’t want to do,” I said. “And what makes you special? I just killed my father.”The chaos erupted. One of the guards grabbed me and I shoved him away. Another came, and that one had a knife. It stabbed right into my side and I stilled as the white-hot pain shot through me. I got dizzy, someone shoved him away with the knife still inside me and someone grabbed me from the back as my hand went directly to the knife hilt.“Don’t pull the knife,” this was another familiar voice I didn’t recognize. There were blurs of black, but my vision was getting spotty.I felt myself being moved, and instinctively feeling the dread. I started to move and hit whatever I could.“Don’t fight me, I am trying to save your life.”I heard gunshots, the commotion of fights, but then it all went sil
The white light blinded me as I tried to open my eyes. It took me moments, half drifting, hearing beeping noises and half trying to make out what people were saying. My mouth felt dry. What happened? I tried to remember and my head felt like someone had smashed it into a wall or something. The memory flashed before my eyes—the car and Killian? Oh my god, where is Killian?!I tried to get up, but groaned as pain shot through my back.A hand grabbed my arm and pushed me back. What I could sense was the semi-comfortable bed. Then there was a movement beside me, and then I drifted back into darkness.When I came back to, it hurt less, and this time it was easy to open my eyes.“Mila, can you listen to me?” a female voice asked. However, I had never heard it before.“Yes,” I croaked. I tried my best to focus my eyes, and something really annoying was pricking my left hand.“Where am I?” I asked. Before I could move around, my eyes landed on a face—a middle-aged woman in a lab coat. A doc
The cigarette fell from Tommen’s hand, its sparks dying on the ground. Killian hit him again. These were not precise movements of a trained killer—they were a force of nature coming down like wrath. Tommen blocked and hit him back a few times, twisted out of his hold, but Killian had him again.“You will never see Mila again. She will never bear the burden of your sins,” Killian punched him. “I will never let her know what you did, how you died!” Killian threw Tommen into the ground, grabbing him by the collar.“You miserable man!” Killian spat on him. “She will never know anything about this.”Tommen laughed. “It would have been endearing if not so fucking disgusting. How pathetic you have to be to hold a woman who was sired by your parents’ kill—” Killian punched him again, hot burning fury as he kept hitting. Tommen grabbed his fist, now bloody with Tommen’s blood.“You know what the kicker is? It was Edmund who sent me to kill your parents!” Tommen shook with laughter and Killian







