Chapter 66

Chapter 66

S POV

KYLAN'S

His feet were aching. His eyelids were uncharacteristically heavy. He needed to rest, even for a few hours.

Would Katrina be awake? Would she be sleeping? Was she still waiting up for him, even after all this time? Should he go return to the same room? Maybe he should get another room?

All of his stuff was inside the shared mom with Katrina, though. He couldn't leave it all behind. He couldn't...

But he had to go back. He had to take his chances. He had no idea what he would be capable of saying to Katrina if she was awake.

Kylan forced himself to take the elevator up to the top floor, his hands shaking, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses or his contacts, and that didn't help anything either.

But it would help him not have to see Katrina as clearly when he entered their room.

The elevator doors pulled open, and Kylan stepped out, his breathing unsteady and his throat dry. He stopped in front of the last door at the end of the hall, running his fingers through his hair a few times and ignoring the red half-crescent-shaped indents that littered his skin.

It took him a few tries to unlock the door, the key fumbling between his fingers and his mind unfocused. Finally, though, or all too soon really, he successfully had the door unlocked. He slowly, methodically, pushed his way inside and closed the door silently behind him. The room was shrouded in darkness, save the last of the glowing embers in the fireplace. His eyes trailed over the bed, finding that it was meticulously made now apart from a small, distinctly Katrina-shaped lump on the far edge.

She was so close to the side of the bed, that Kylan worried she would fall off. Should he move her! Should he wake her?

r? Say something to her?

But what could he say? What could he say when he knew how hurt she undoubtedly was? What could he say when he didn't deserve to speak to her

He stared at Katrina for far longer than he should, taking in the rising and falling of her chest, hearing the soft sounds of her breathing as they ghosted through the quiet room

So beautiful it physically hurts Kylan to look at

he constantly got lost in her eyes. They were endless orbs of every human emotion that scared the shit out of Kylan, and he loved looking into them. He

was so good at it. Being human, Caring about people. She was his exact opposite and all he brought

felt wrong. Like a violation of some sort. Instead, he carefully lay on the bed as far from Katrina as possible, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring the need to take a shower. He didn't want to wake

eventually turned on his side, staring at the back of Katrina's head. Her hair was perfection. The curves of her body were perfection. He couldn't believe she had allowed him to touch

with the most confusing concoction of feelings he had yet to

and touch her. To hold her. To kiss

her. To feel her

what he was capable of taking part in, especially with the way he

Katrina

sleeping. She deserved the rest. The reprieve from a f*ck up

his eyes, not moving closer to her, not waking her up. Subconsciously, one hand was extended toward her, filling only a

it was cavernous, endless, the amount of space

suffering. The fact that he didn't know

Kylan stood by and watched, shackles bound to

ays were.

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Chapter 66

fell asleep himself. Or rather, he fell into an in-between state of being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself to slip under in fear of having another nightmare.

back to reality. He forced his eyes open, frowning when he realized Katrina wasn't in the bed anymore

near the fireplace, her phone pressed to her ear. She hung up, pinching the bridge of her

defenses are readily in place. Kylan couldn't blame her. He couldn't fault her for it, even if it hurt his heart to see

you changed our flight to this evening." Her voice was different, Kylan noted. Almost monotone, yet hoarse. As he took in her appearance more fully, he realized her eyes were red and puffy. Crying. She

He hated himself.

his throat and sat up, running his

lips pulled into a thin line and her brow furrowed. "Right. I-I'm going to take a shower. Unless.. U. unless there's anything you wanted to talk about

eyes softened ever so slightly, now filled with something

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