Killian's POV

My eyes shot open, sweat beads trickling down my face. I scrambled to sit as memories of last night rushed into my head.

My encounter with Valerie felt more like a dream, but the moment she kissed me was the last thing I could remember.

I gripped the bedsheets tightly, almost tearing it into shreds. That bitch had obviously casted a spell on him. I could only pray nothing had happened between us, or else, her head was going to be served to my father's grave on a platter of gold.

My promise to him won't shake me one bit. I needed to speak to Ronan.

I got...