Elena.

Killian let me stay there for a few minutes before he lifted me up and carried me to his bathroom. His steps felt steady, though a tension ran through his strong arms. After lifting me, he gently settled me down on the granite vanity in the bathroom. The coldness of the granite surface contrasted with the heat radiating from his body. He checked my wounds closely as he looked at the torn fabric, then removed my jacket to take a look at my shoulder, making sure no wounds were missed beneath the torn fabric.

My face flushed as he looked at my top. A childish sense of awkwardness crept...