Killian's POV.

She tilted her head, stepping closer again. “Why hasn’t she died, Killian?” Her voice dropped. “Why didn’t she collapse the moment you marked her like the rest of your pathetic previous mates? Hmm?”

I didn’t answer. My hand lifted on instinct just an inch away from wrapping around her neck. The urge to strangle her was raw.

She stared at my hand mid-air and smirked. “Oh? You want to kill me now?” she whispered. “Go ahead. But you still won’t answer the question. Why hasn’t she died?”

Her eyes narrowed into slits.

“If you think she’s the Child of Prophecy, Killian, then you’re even more lost than I...