“You are nothing but an old hag, and you don’t care about Killian at all. So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave him alone. Don’t look at him. Don’t talk to him. And if you even think about coming to Barclay Manor, just know you’ll leave worse than when you came.” “Sylvie.” Killian’s voice is a harsh bark. Then I feel his warm hand around my arm, and I stand upright to find that my hands are shaking. I gaze up into Killian’s eyes, and instead of a scowl of anger, he gives me a hint of a smile. He runs his thumb along my jaw. “Come on, darling. Let’s go home.”
GET HERRRR ASSSSS!
