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Beneath His Ice Chapter 37
The apartment was dark when I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open, the familiar click echoing in the empty hallway behind me.Quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums and made you hyperaware of every small sound—the whisper of fabric against fabric as I moved, the soft thud of my bag against my hip, the barely audible hum of the refrigerator cycling on.Milo's shoes were by the door, exactly where he'd kicked them off hours ago. The laces were tangled in the same careless knot he always left them in, one sneaker lying on its side like it had given up trying to stay upright. His school bag slumped against the wall like it had started the journey to his room but collapsed halfway there, defeated by the weight of textbooks and the exhaustion that seemed to follow teenagers everywhere.A faint sliver of light peeked out from under his door. I stepped closer, my socked feet silent on the floor, and pressed my ear to the cool wood. The soft
Beneath His Ice Chapter 36 (Part 02)
I blinked at him, my mouth parting but no sound coming out at first. My brain seemed to have short-circuited, unable to process what he was saying."Mr. Killian…" I managed finally, my voice thin and uncertain. "I think you understand how expensive they are."Finally—finally—his head turned toward me, and in the faint wash of the streetlamp I saw it. That faint tilt of his brow, the sharp edge of something that might have been amusement, though it wasn't quite a smile. It was the look of someone who found my concern both predictable and unnecessary."Miss Emery," he said evenly, his voice carrying that particular tone that suggested I was missing something obvious. "I was the one who handpicked everything. Of course I know what they cost."The words hit harder than they should have, slamming into me with unexpected force.Handpicked.My brain stalled completely, tripping over the image that word conjured: him, Killian Vale
Beneath His Ice Chapter 36
I didn't dare to utter another word.The car was too quiet, too heavy with everything unspoken, and I wasn't sure my voice would even work if I tried to force something out. The silence pressed against me from all sides, thick and suffocating, like trying to breathe underwater. My throat felt tight, dry, like all the words I wanted to say—the apologies, the confessions, the desperate explanations—had jammed together in a knot that wouldn't budge no matter how hard I swallowed.Killian drove without a sound. His hands were steady on the wheel, long fingers relaxed but controlled, his gaze fixed ahead with the kind of focus that made the rest of the world disappear. His jaw was cut into that sharp line that looked carved out of stone, all angles and unforgiving edges. Even in profile, he looked untouchable, like a statue given breath but not warmth.The dashboard light caught the sharp bridge of his nose, the hollow beneath his cheekbone, casting shadows that made him look even more rem
Beneath His Ice Chapter 35 (Part 02)
No radio. No hum of conversation. Just the soft purr of the engine as he started it, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw set in that same unshakable line. The dashboard cast a blue glow across his profile, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the tension in his neck.He didn't look drunk. Not in the way most people would. His posture was too straight, his movements too precise, too measured. But I could still smell the faint trace of whiskey, lingering beneath the sharper scent of him—clean, expensive, familiar. A combination that made my pulse quicken despite everything.I pressed my lips together and stared out the window, trying to focus on anything but him. Streetlights blurred past, smearing gold across the glass, each one marking another second of silence that felt like an eternity. The city moved around us, alive and breathing, while we sat trapped in this bubble of tension.I wanted to say something—anything—but every word in my throat fel
Beneath His Ice Chapter 35
I followed behind him, clutching my bag a little tighter than necessary, my steps just slightly out of sync with his. My heels clicked against the polished floor in an uneven rhythm that seemed to echo the chaos in my chest.His strides were long, determined, like the conversation we'd just had hadn't even touched him — like he could bury everything he'd admitted and lock it behind that impenetrable mask again. But I knew better. I'd seen the cracks in that perfect facade. I'd heard the way his voice had caught when he talked about Zayn, about the girl, about betrayal. The raw edge that had slipped through when he thought I wasn't paying attention.And now he was walking as if none of it had happened. As if I hadn't watched him bleed through his words just minutes ago.I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper and forced myself to stay quiet. Pushing him further right now would only end with me against another wall — not in the same way as before, but with words sharper than
Beneath His Ice Chapter 34 (Part 02)
His eyes didn't match his voice. They never did when he was lying to himself. I could still see it there, that sliver of care he was desperate to smother, buried beneath layers of cynicism and carefully constructed indifference. As if admitting that Zayn's betrayal had hurt him would undo the years he'd spent hardening against it, would crack open the armor he'd built around his heart and leave him vulnerable all over again.And for some reason, watching him lie like that — watching him try to convince himself as much as me — didn't make me angry. It didn't make me want to challenge him or push him to be more honest or point out the obvious contradictions between what he was saying and what I could see written across his features.It just made me tired for him. Because carrying that much weight and pretending it's weightless has to be exhausting. Because spending years convincing yourself you don't care about someone who shaped your understanding of love and family
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