Chapter Sixteen: Killian

Normally, someone would say two weeks is a breeze, but this was far from a breeze. I kept picturing Katya, and her long black hair and cat-like eyes. What could I do? I hadn’t figured out if I would bow to her or not. She hadn’t reached out, I knew she wouldn’t, but a part of me had hoped she would. I was sitting here like a love-struck teenager, it was ridiculous. I could have any woman in this entire world, why did I want her and only her. She invaded my dreams, my every waking moment, nothing I did would stop it, nothing. Morpheus asked me if I would be willing to bow to her, and as much as I would say no out loud, I knew I would. I would bow in a heartbeat if she would be mine. I would bow to see that very rare smile.

“Killian?” Markus knocked on the office door. “You have a visitor.”

“Let them in,” I say, standing.

Markus walks into the room, his face told me everything I needed to know.

“Move you, oaf,” Sarai said, pushing past Markus. “Brother, you don’t look happy to see m