{CHIARA}
Two hours we spend in the small torture chamber at the very bottom of the underground mansion, and when Sergiu dangles lifelessly from the suspended chains, Killian finally turns to face me. He's covered head to toe in Sergiu's blood, but all I see is him.
He's selfless.
Incredible.
His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and it's clear he's on the edge. Yet, man, he called famipite everything he just did to a so long, despite the rush of guilt and unease no doubt pulsing through his body, he's looking at me, silently asking if I'm okay.
Absolutely everything l've ever needed.
And without question, I cross to him, throwing myself into his blood-soaked arms as the machete clatters to the ground behind
me. My lips fuse to his with a deep
desperation as he cradles the back of my head. Sergiu's blood smears across my body, but all that matters is Killian.
