"Oh, nothing, brother. I'm just here to make sure you're not sleeping, as I want both of us to suffer this." Xavier uttered tiredly as he plopped his ass on the long couch in Killian's room.
"You're kidding yourself right?"
"No."
Killian rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the sudden headache away. He wanted to send Xavier away, but he knew his brother would be stubborn, and he didn't have time to bicker with him, so he let him be while he sat on the bed, head facing the ceiling, as his mind raced with so many thoughts.
"Do you really believe Elena would kill you after finding out?" Xavier suddenly asked, and Killian looked at him, eyes narrowing.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm just saying, she loves you and she might not be able to kill you. She may not want you anymore, obviously, but I don't think she would kill you."
