All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I stared down at the food. The smell was absolutely incredible.Despite the intense paranoia that had ruled my life for the past month, I picked up the silver fork immediately. I did not wait for him to take the first bite to prove it was safe. My brain was still terrified of the world, but in a bizarre, twisted way, I implicitly trusted the food he placed in front of me. I knew he would never poison me.I took a bite of the steak. It was perfectly cooked, melting instantly in my mouth.Killian did not eat his own food right away. He leaned his elbow on the wooden counter, resting his chin on his knuckles. His pale gray eyes tracked my every movement, watching me consume the meal he had prepared for me.The silence stretched between us, thick but surprisingly not suffocating."What do you like to do," Killian asked softly.The sudden, completely normal question startled me. I stopped chewing. I looked at him, entirely confused by his casual tone."I have never asked you," Killian cont

Killian watched her walk slowly down the aisle of mahogany bookshelves. He thought about the scene in the kitchen just minutes ago. He had stood at the stove, searing the steak himself. He had never cooked a meal for another human being in his entire life—except for her. The first time was the bowl of porridge when she was recovering from the poison. This was the second. He did not cook for anyone but his wife. He had sat beside her, watching her actually eat without him having to force the fork into her hand. And then, he had asked her a simple question. What do you like to do. He had expected her to remain mute. She had not spoken a single word to him since their wedding day. But when she lowered her head and whispered, I read, the raspy, broken sound of her voice had hit him like a physical blow to the chest. She had finally spoken to him. Killian uncrossed his arms. He pushed off the wooden doorframe and walked slowly into the library. His heavy leather shoes made no sound ag

I set the woven basket down on the porch stairs and followed him.Three days ago, Killian had walked into the library, pulled a book from my hands, and told me it was time to learn how to survive. The sudden statement had completely frozen my blood. I thought he was going to hurt me. Instead, he had taken me out to the grass and started teaching me how to fight back.We reached the center of the field. The grass here was cut short, the ground flat and hard.Killian turned to face me. He spread his feet shoulder-width apart. "Come here."I stepped forward until I was standing barely a foot away from him. I felt incredibly tiny, fragile, and entirely useless staring up at his massive, muscle-bound body.Killian reached out and clamped his large hand directly around my left wrist. His grip completely swallowed my delicate bones."Break it," Killian commanded.I gritted my teeth. I twisted my arm violently, trying to yank my wrist backward toward my own chest. I dug my heels into the gras

Heavy sheets of water hammered violently against the thick glass doors of the master bedroom.The storm had rolled over the mountain completely unannounced. The sky was a bruised purple, casting a dim, gray shadow across the massive space.I sat on the edge of the king-sized mattress. Killian stood near the bedroom door. He had his encrypted burner phone pressed to his ear, his jaw tight as he listened to Marco. He was trying to step back, isolating us completely in this cabin, but the massive Russian syndicate did not stop moving just because he left the city.He pulled the phone away from his ear."I have to take this call downstairs," Killian said softly.He walked over to the bed. He leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss directly to the center of my forehead."I will be back."He straightened up and walked out of the bedroom, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him.The sudden quiet of the room wrapped around me. I stood up from the mattress and walked slowly toward th

He stepped back, putting a solid foot of distance between us. His chest heaved heavily, his jaw completely locked as he fought a brutal internal war for control.I stared at him, entirely confused. My lips were swollen, my skin flushed red despite the cold. Why did he stop.Killian stepped forward again. He leaned down and pressed a firm, chaste kiss to my wet forehead."Change," Killian instructed. His voice was incredibly rough, strained to the absolute breaking point. "Or you will catch a cold."He turned his back to me and walked completely out of the bedroom.I stood there for a second, my mind completely scrambled. Pure frustration burned hot and sharp in the back of my throat. My body was practically screaming in protest at the sudden loss of his heat.I turned and walked into the master bathroom, shutting the door.I stood in front of the large mirror. My dark hair was a wet, tangled mess. My lips were completely bruised and swollen.I gripped the edges of the marble sink. A d