Chapter Seventy

Back at Killian's home, the house was quiet, too quiet for Killian’s liking. He sat in the living room with the television on, though he wasn’t watching it. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each sound reminding him that Samantha had been gone for two days now.

Two whole nights, and no call, no explanation.

His jaw tightened as he poured himself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. He had tried her phone over and over, but it always went unanswered. He had even considered calling a few of her friends, but pride stopped him. He wasn’t going to beg or look desperate.

Still, anger mixed with worry in his chest.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke his thoughts. He turned sharply to check who that was, and to his surprise, Samantha stumbled inside, her hair messy, makeup smudged, and her clothes wrinkled. The smell of alcohol lingered on her as she tossed her bag carelessly onto the floor.

“Where the hell have you been?” Killian demanded an