|Carmella|
Every instinct in my body screamed at me to walk away, to turn and retreat into the mansion where I could lock the door behind me and feel…safe. But it was too late—Killian had already closed the distance between us, his tall, imposing figure casting a long, dark shadow over the gravel path. There was no escaping this now.
I kept my silence, refusing to acknowledge him, instead directing all my focus on the flowers blooming beside us. Their vibrant colors were a sharp contrast to the tension that hung in the air between us. I reached out, pretending to admire them, letting their delicate petals serve as a distraction from the unsettling presence looming at my side. But I could feel him—his gaze burning into me, unwavering, waiting.
“Camilla,” Killian called out again, his voi
