Killian let out a frustrated sigh without even glancing at her. “Lie down, angel, and sleep. I’ve had the longest day of my life, and I can’t bear your tantrums anymore.” With that, he turned his back to her and switched off the light.
Isabella scowled in the dark, but eventually she lowered herself onto the mattress. No matter how much she didn’t want to admit it, exhaustion was clawing at her. As her mind replayed the chaos of the day’s events, she realized just how much had happened in a single day.
Pulling the cover over herself, she lay on her side, her gaze fixed on his broad back. His breathing soon grew slow and steady—he was asleep. At last, sleep pulled her under as well, wrapping her in its heavy embrace.
*
In the Rogue King’s Territory
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