“No, you don’t understand. It was different.”
“You know, I’ve seen you do a lot of kinky shit, so I doubt anything would shock me. Unless...Fuck is she dead?”
My head snapped up.
“Dead? No, she’s not fucking dead. I’m not a murderer.”
Unless that guy who hugged her returns.
“Okay, I’m confused.” He drained the Macallan, climbed to his feet, and crossed the room for a refill. “And need more of these. Now talk.”
I emptied my glass, and Killian walked over to fill it. Placing the Waterford crystal on the table beside me, I ran a hand through my hair. Then made my confession.
“I told her she belonged to me.”
Killian actually choked on his drink.
Finally, he was getting it.
“That’s why you think you’re having a mental breakdown? Or, what else did you call it? A heart attack?” His coughing turned to laughter.
I changed my mind. He wasn’t taking this seriously at fucking all.
“Think about it, Kill. This is...not normal. I was like an animal. I swear if I had a cage I might have locked her in it and only brought her out for sex.”
“New kink unlocked.” His smile grew.
I snorted despite myself, then sobered. “Dude. I could’ve hurt her.”
“Did you?”
No.
Not this time.
But what was I capable of?
“We’re going off track here. I’m not a monogamous man. Neither are you.”
“True.”
“Don’t you think this could be something to do with my father being mentioned? Finally getting close to revenge?”
I was trying to connect the dots and explain my obsession with her.
“Brook ispotentiallythe one person who can make this happen without me going public or facing him in person.”
Killian sipped his drink, his foot resting on his knee, and tapped.
I waited and waited for him to tell me my behavior was a result of some mental or physical disease that needed treatment. Because I can’t accept that I might not be able to let this beautiful, smart woman go.
“No.”
Damn him.
Hence not fucking sleeping much last night. I kept having nightmares of Brook wearing a wedding dress and walking down the aisle. There I was, waiting for her to stop in front of me, then some faceless prick stepped between us.
Next, it was a bloodbath.
