Killian's POV "What!" I yelled into the ohone startling the person in the room with me. I looked away from him and paid focus on the call I waa making with Fowler. The detective hired to tail Gonzalez was in the hospital. It didn't seem like much of a coincidence of course Gonzalez must've realized that we had someone following him and so he had him hurt. I couldn't help but assume the worst. "Of course this isn't a coincidence," i said to Fowler, "he must've realized everything, he is a smart man after all but making a move like this, sending somene yo the hospital, Gonzales is a vry brutal man". I coukd practically hear Fowler nodding into the ohone because that was what he would've done if we were together. "I thought the same thing" he said to me. "I'll check on him in the hospital and get back to you about yhe situation". "Thank you Fowler, everything at the factory is normal, I'll leqve now, please be safe". And with that the phone call ended. I dropped my man back wher

Killian's POV Fowler walked into my office without knocking, not that I really had an issue with it. I was just in my thoughts, letting them drift towards when Esmeralda had kissed me first. I had not expected it. I didn't know why most things between us happened but they did. There was no explanation for her behavior nor was there for mine. With the way she sounded, even yelling back at me, I knew that seeing Paula and I together made her angry. She was so angry that she yelled back at me and even employed sarcasm. It was totally unrealistic, it was a side to her that I had never seen before. And when she kissed me, I felt her need, I felt her anger and she felt my reaction to her body. This was a girl that had no idea about some major things in life, she was annoying and downright naive but she ignited a fire within me, a flame I didn't know ever existed. I had been angry as well, hell, I was jealous at the realization that she was going to be marked by Mikel. I couldn't choose

Esmeralda's POV. I woke up to the sound of my alarm ringing. I turned around and checked the bed and under the pillows for my phone. When I found it, on the screen read the reminder "Prom". I groaned and buried my head into my pillow. It wasnt that I was not happy about prom, I means its the day I'm expected to be marked by Mikel. Tonight Mikel would Mark me as his own. The probkem I had was the hysteria and the whole vibe surrounding it. Everybody was fussing about prom and what I was only concerned about was Mikel boring his teeth into my skin and I become his own. Maybe when thay moment comes, these thoughts about Killian, these emotions I can't seem to understand will evaporate and I will onky have Mikel in my head. I stood up from ny bed to get myself ready for the school day. It was just my normal everyday routine, but this time, I had to call Mikel, to confirm our date and ask about his problems. Suddenly thinking about Mikel's issues, my mind drifted to the guns I had stol

Esmeralda's POV After Killian and i danced through the night. The room waa starting to get stuffy or it coukd be the punch that was obviously mixed with alcohol. However, Killian and i made a tacit decision to leave the place. I nod farewell to silas and Gwen and left them there and went ahead wigh Killian. We walkee for a while, from the gymnasium that the prom was being held and we decided to take a short stroll to thw parkinb lot. We walkee in silence with our hands lightly brushing against each other's. His head was focsuee ahead and so was mine, he atill smelled like apples and my heart was still beating violently. Thw night wind was calm but cold and i wanted so much for him to take my hand but he didn't, instead he removed his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. "How chivalrous of you". I had to say. He lightly pushed my shoulder and we bith chuckled. "Wanna give me my jacket back, it really is cold". I shook my head at him, "you cannot even feign a bit of coquetry

Killian's POV. After such an inhumane move, I dropped to the ground, trying to breathe, to grasp what left I have of life remaining in my body. I was shuddering, I was scared. I had just taken someone else's life but I was scared of losing my own. Esmeralda had changed everything for me. Before she came, I had nothing to lose, I could embrace death and allow it to carry me away to the afterlife I still cannot comprehend. However, I was here now, trying to keep my eyes open, trying to count, holding on to the edge of the rope because I did not want to die. I did not want to lose her. I was here lying on the ground, imagining her life without me, wondering if she would be happy or not. I was here grieving my own death. Being eaten up by nostalgia of the future where I do not exist. I refused to let go. No matter how tempting the peace was, no matter how I wanted to stop fighting and just rest. I had a life to lose now. I have much to lose now, things I cannot afford to lose. There