Emery POVThis next morning, I went straight to the dining room without the ring. It was right where I last left it. Right inside the draw just beside my bed. It hadn't moved an inch, It was just at the same spot I had last left it. Like it was waiting for me to reclaim itKillian was already at the dining table. He had his cutleries. He paused for a brief moment when he heard my footsteps. I saw his eyes move to the finger where he had placed the ring last night but it was empty. It seemed like he wanted to ask about the ring but didn't.After breakfast, Killian didn't ask about the ring, he didn't even try to put it back on my finger. Instead he acted like he didn't see it, like there was nothing wrong. But deep down I knew that he might have thought that I didn't wear the ring because of an argument from the night before. We didn't talk much that morning“We would return to the penthouse before the end of the day.” He said before he left the dinner room. I could not contain my exc
Emery’s POVI had gone to see her again, my mother. She was still placed in that same room with the same smell. There wasn't much to talk about because nothing had changed.The lights above were too bright, the walls still felt lifeless with those shades of cream. The air around felt cold, just like the kind that would make your skin sting after sitting still for too long. The room was quiet and only the steady beeping of different machines connected to her, produced a soft hum that filled the silence like background noise no one had invited. The heart monitor blinked with a soft rhythm, slow but steady.My mother lay there, exactly as I had seen her.Her skin looked thinner that I could almost see through them. Her hands were pale and fragile that when I held one in mine, it felt like I was holding a delicate glass. I was afraid that if I gripped too tight, she might break.I kept watching her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket and it wasn’t enough to ease the worry in my chest,
Emery’s POVBut either way, I kissed him back like he held the last strands that kept me to sanity.The kiss was warm but not welcoming, it was Killian's way of dominating again and I let him. The kiss still lingered long even after the rain had stopped.I could still feel the warmth of his lips on my, I could still feel his fingertips trace the outline of my curve, his hands at the back of my neck. I could still feel his grip on me like I was the only thing holding him to the earth. I had kissed him back, not because I had answers, but because I didn’t. Because for once, surrender felt like survival.But survival wasn’t living.I went to my room after the rain stopped, straight to the bathroom to dry myself up. I laid on the cold mattress with the light off and my hands still creasing the surface of my lips. I didn't feel the kiss was any different from the other dominating and demanding kiss ones we had shared before, but for some reason, my mind kept on replaying the scene till I
Emery’s POVThe next moment, all I saw was his hands reaching out and cupping my face, then his face slowly got closer to mine and he tucked my hair behind my ears at the same time. I saw him get closer and closer, and my heart was pounding so hard that I feared it would leap out of my chest. I held my breath subconsciously and closed my eyes, all my thoughts were focused on the kiss.And I just knew that this was the moment that would set everything right. I waited for seconds and the moment finally came. I felt his soft lips pressed mine. The kiss was soft and undemanding. The more I felt his lips on mine, the more my legs got weaker, and the world ceased to exist.We had kissed more than a million times, but were always rough, planned, messy, demanding, and hard. It was always Killian's tactic to shut me up, and I never realized that his lips were that soft, and I had forgotten all about the gunfire incident.And I kissed him back. I didn't want to misunderstand him anymore. He di
Emery’s POV"Smoke grenade, don’t breathe it in!" He said, but his words had come a little too because I had inhaled more than I could take. The smoke had crawled into my lungs, it was sharp and bitter like chemicals. I hadn't attempted to take any form of undiluted chemical into my system before but I had often imagined what it would taste like. And the amount of grenade smoke I had taken fit perfectly with how I had imagined.Killian's teams busted the door open. I couldn’t see anything, all I could make out was flashes of silver and shadows all around us in the thick air. The alarm screamed above us. It was the fire alarm and it was louder than the sound of my own heartbeat that was slamming against my ribs.I couldn't feel anything. All I felt was the suffocating smoke that burned my eyes.But I felt him.Killian.He wrapped his hands tight around my wrist, his grip on me was steady and strong. He pulled me out of the smoky room “Go,” he shouted, dragging me toward the hidden
Emery’s POVI wasn't asleep.I closed my eyes when I noticed Killian sleeping was fading off. Observing him, I knew he was waking up. His breathing had gotten softer and that was always my cue to close my eyes shut. He didn't leave immediately and I was tempted to open my eyes, but I had to wait, I had to see what he would do. And I felt it, I felt his hand brush the strands of my hair, which had fallen to my face.His touch was so soft that I almost leaned in but I had to restrain myself “Everything I do, I do for you and only you” he whispered softlyI had never heard his voice that soft.The pressure on the other side of the bed had lessened. He had gotten up.I took a quick peek at his movement, and I caught him staring at the black Journal, the one that held the secrets of Gina's deathsI couldn't face him.Not yet. I had accepted to stay, but I hadn't come to terms with his ways. I watched him walk out of the room. A call came in.Immediately, he left. I jumped out of the b