Semua Bab Beneath His Ice: Bab 71 - Bab 74

I didn't dare to utter another word.The car was too quiet, too heavy with everything unspoken, and I wasn't sure my voice would even work if I tried to force something out. The silence pressed against me from all sides, thick and suffocating, like trying to breathe underwater. My throat felt tight, dry, like all the words I wanted to say—the apologies, the confessions, the desperate explanations—had jammed together in a knot that wouldn't budge no matter how hard I swallowed.Killian drove without a sound. His hands were steady on the wheel, long fingers relaxed but controlled, his gaze fixed ahead with the kind of focus that made the rest of the world disappear. His jaw was cut into that sharp line that looked carved out of stone, all angles and unforgiving edges. Even in profile, he looked untouchable, like a statue given breath but not warmth.The dashboard light caught the sharp bridge of his nose, the hollow beneath his cheekbone, casting shadows that made him look even more rem

The apartment was dark when I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open, the familiar click echoing in the empty hallway behind me.Quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums and made you hyperaware of every small sound—the whisper of fabric against fabric as I moved, the soft thud of my bag against my hip, the barely audible hum of the refrigerator cycling on.Milo's shoes were by the door, exactly where he'd kicked them off hours ago. The laces were tangled in the same careless knot he always left them in, one sneaker lying on its side like it had given up trying to stay upright. His school bag slumped against the wall like it had started the journey to his room but collapsed halfway there, defeated by the weight of textbooks and the exhaustion that seemed to follow teenagers everywhere.A faint sliver of light peeked out from under his door. I stepped closer, my socked feet silent on the floor, and pressed my ear to the cool wood. The soft