personality change

The next few days passed by in a whirlwind of activity for me. I picked up my car and started working my new job, pulling a three-hour shift to assist with the lunch crowd. Josephine had decided to stay at the house, too anxious to return to her apartment and unwilling to go to work until her bruises faded.

Meanwhile, Killian was out early each morning and came home late at night, fully engrossed in leading the search for Viktor and also the witch.

Every evening, he looked more exhausted and frustrated, quickly devouring his dinner before immersing himself in the office to catch up on work. Sometimes he even went on patrol, hoping to catch Viktor lurking around the property, but it always ended in disappointment.

I found myself reminiscing about the good times Killian and I had shared the previous week, when we had more time to ourselves. He was so drained at night that he'd collapse into bed and fall asleep almost instantly, even though he'd put his arm around me if I snuggled up cl