Killian in My Bedroom

Sera

Caged in against the door, his hands on either side of my shoulders, Kilian looked at me, taking me in with a silent question lingering behind his eyes that I couldn’t read.

“It was a test, wasn’t it? The phone,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Smart girl.” His voice dripped with menace. “Not smart enough, apparently. Don’t you think I know everything that happens in this house? Did you think I wouldn’t find out you made a call?”

Just one call, then. But which one?

I lifted my chin. “I had to try.”

“You’re beyond that, Sera,” he rasped.

My heart skipped a beat as his scent hit me like a freight train. I could smell his faint cologne. Something expensive and warm. But beneath it, I inhaled a fragrance that had my knees going weak and my head spinning. Sharp and heavy, like the smell of the air after a storm, like something electric. If a dark, rainy night had a smell, that would be it.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Not yet,” he said pointedly.

“I have nothing to offer you.”

“I’m sure