“First of all, I’m pretty sure I’m the one that made the mess,” I say, lightly setting her on her feet. “Second. You can splatter paint all over my floors and couch, get blood all over the bed, break the countertops—” “Killian.” “I don’t give a shit about stuff, and I don’t care what you take from my life, Chloe. Take as much as you want. It’s still way nicer to have you here.”
