“As you very well know, I am paranoid,” he said. “Uh-huh, I’m following you.” “So it makes me…apprehensive when you are away from Drake Hall,” Killian said. I pressed my lips together. “I live in a magic House with nearly thirty adult wizards, and you’re apprehensive?” “Would you rather I say it makes me unbearably anxious?” Killian smirked, looking calm and controlled—the exact opposite of what he supposedly felt. “And paranoia often doesn’t make sense,” he added.
