LOGINKillian’s POV“Killian, did you completely forget we were supposed to meet the wedding coordinator today?”A sudden involuntary wave of irritation burned through my chest at Vivian’s question.“Choose whichever one you like, Vivian. I’m fine with whatever you decide.”The moment the words left my mouth, I knew they were the wrong ones.“You say that every single time,” she snapped.Her voice rose slightly, frustration bleeding through before the tears followed. “Would it honestly hurt you to just show up for one of these things? To act like you actually care about our wedding? About building a life together?”A pause.Then, softer:“Did I do something wrong, Killian?”Her voice cracked.“Are you punishing me for something?”Guilt settled heavily behind my eyes.The worst part was that Vivian hadn’t forced me into this engagement. I hadn’t walked toward it with excitement or certainty either, but I had agreed. I had made my choice. We were both trapped inside the consequences of decis
Killian’s POVI was happy for Dominic. I really was.That was the lie I tried to convince myself of the exact moment the front door clicked shut behind me and I stepped into the cool evening air.But the second I reached the street, the reminder that I was never truly alone came into view.Marcus’s car was parked some feet away from mine. He sat in the driver’s seat, a silent shadow I’d assigned to watch over me which should have been reassuring. Instead, it made everything worse.When you are being watched every second of your life, you learn how to trap your reactions down in your throat where no one can see them.When you spend every second of your life being observed, you learn how to bury your reactions deep enough that no one can see them. You learn how to lock everything away before anyone can ask the questions you don’t have answers for.I got into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and started the engine. I pulled away from the curb, but I didn’t go far. I turned the corner
Serena’s POVKillian was staring down at Annika like he had forgotten anyone else was in the room.There was a softness in his expression I had never seen before. A small smile touched his lips, hesitant and almost unfamiliar, like he wasn’t used to letting himself look that happy.It didn’t suit him.And somehow, that made it impossible to look away.“What should I call you?” Annika asked, her little voice carrying up the staircase. She tilted her head, carefully sounding out his name. “Mr. Kill… Kill-ee-an?”She frowned.“It sounds like a warrior name.”A laugh escaped him.Not the restrained kind I was used to hearing in meetings.A real one.Low. Warm. Unexpected.The sound unsettled something in my chest.“It’s a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?” Killian murmured, his posture relaxing as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to bring himself closer to her height. “You can just call me Ian. It’s easier.”“Uncle Ian,” Annika corrected instantly, a bright smile blooming on
Serena’s POV“Would you like to come in?” I asked, too quickly. “I’m sure Dominic would hate it if I let you leave without at least offering you a cup of coffee.”Killian’s eyes shifted past me toward the front door, and something unreadable crossed his expression before he answered.“Coffee sounds perfect.“I nodded, suddenly aware of how awkward I sounded. I slipped his jacket off my shoulders and handed it back to him with a small smile before pushing the door open.As I climbed the stone steps, Killian fell into stride beside me, his longer steps easily adjusting to my pace.When we reached the front door, I reached into my bag for my keys, but before I could pull them out, Killian extended his hand and turned the handle.The door opened.Unlocked.He stepped back slightly, gesturing toward the entrance.“Ladies first,” he said quietly.I paused, my hand hovering over my bag as I looked up at him, a small frown wrinkling my brow at how he even suspected that the do
Serena’s’ POVKillian’s hand slipped into the pocket of his coat still resting on my shoulders and pulled something out. A small velvet box. Then he held it out toward me.“You forgot this the last time you were in my office,” he said evenly.I looked at the box then back at him, hesitantly taking the box from his hand. I flipped the lid open to find the silver bracelet I’d misplaced resting against the dark lining. It had been cleaned, the platinum links catching the dim afternoon light.“You cleaned it,” I said before I could stop myself.His eyes flickered to mine.“Yes and I changed the clasp. To prevent it from falling off your wrist so easily next time.”“So you not only kept it, you repaired it?” I raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried you’re going to deduct the repair cost from my bonus?”A small hint of amusement crossed his face. “Only if I have to buy you a new one. Should I do that?”I hated that I almost smiled.“Thank you,” I said instead, reaching into the box to re
Serena’s POV“Mommy, it’s Saturday,” Annika murmured, her small fingers wrapping around the hem of my beige trench coat as I reached for my keys on the foyer console. “Do you really have to go to work? You promised we could bake the lemon squares today.”I paused, looking down at her wide, trusting eyes. The faint scent of her strawberry shampoo drifted up, and a familiar pang of guilt twisted tightly in my chest.“I know, sweet girl,” I said, lowering myself so we were eye level. I tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “I’m breaking a promise I shouldn’t be breaking.”Her expression softened, not quite understanding, but accepting anyway.“It’s an urgent review. I’ll be back before you know it. And when I return, we’ll turn the kitchen into a disaster zone. Flour everywhere.”A small smile finally broke through.“Let your mother go, pumpkin,” Dominic’s voice broke in as he strolled out of the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee. He offered me a warm, remarkably bright smile. “Normally, I
Serena’s POVThe first thing I felt was motion.Not gentle motion, not waking up movement, but the violent kind that dragged the body forward whether it wanted to go or not. I was running.Or at least, something in me believed I was. My feet struck wet asphalt that didn’t quite exist under me, each
Serena’s POV"The logistical lag in the western sector is averaging forty-two minutes per shift," the supervisor said, his voice bouncing off my ears instead of entering them. He tapped a stubby finger against his clipboard. "If Reyes Consulting doesn't account for the manual override times, the au
Killian’s POV“It’s a real shame she won't be around to see this phase through,” Elena continued, completely unaware of the landmine she had just stepped on. “To reap the long-term benefits of her brilliant ideas. The layout she designed is practically flawless.”She was talking about Serena. Ever
Killian’s POVThe only logical explanation was that I was losing my mind.I kept my hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel of Elena’s sedan, my eyes fixed on the bumper-to-bumper traffic paralyzing the bridge ahead. My large frame felt utterly absurd in the compact driver’s seat. My knees







