Chapter 12
Mia
Killian’s been avoiding me all day.
He left me uncuffed, though, which is a win.
He told me he needed to run errands earlier, and I begged him to let me roam free. I didn’t think he was actually going to give in, but he obliged. He did tell me if I pulled anything, though, that I would ‘be in trouble’.
I think he knew exactly where my mind went after that, because he smirked at me before he left.
He doesn’t trust me entirely, though. I noticed a note on the door downstairs that said if I even opened the door, the alarms would go off, and he would be immediately alerted.
But…baby steps, right?
He also told me that we’re going out tonight. To a club.
Killian doesn’t strike me as a club person, so I’m surprised that we’re going. I’m even more surprised that he’s bringing me, but I’m not going to complain. I’d rather be out than cuffed to the bedpost, that’s for sure.
I haven’t let myself think about what happened between us last night. I can’t mentally go there, because I know that if I do, I will spiral. And I can’t really afford to spiral right now.
The only thing I know for certain is that I had the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time last night when I drifted back off in Killian’s arms. I felt safe and warm. Loved.
I inwardly groan, pushing those thoughts away. Just because we’ve shared a few moments doesn’t mean anything; I know that. Killian despises me. He’s made that perfectly clear. I would be foolish to think otherwise.
I hear the door to the cottage open, followed by his footsteps on the stairs.
I’m ready to go, and when he pushes the bedroom door open, he just looks at me in awe for a moment.
I chose a black mini dress with heels, and my dark hair is long and curly down my back.
When my gaze meets his, he snaps out of whatever trance he was in and looks away from me.
“I need twenty minutes,” he tells me.
Then he leaves the room without another word.
I sit down on the bed, disappointment coursing through me.
You know better, Mia, I can’t help but think.
I felt almost excited about the prospect of going out a little while ago, and now I just want to get this night over with.
Killian’s mood swings are giving me whiplash. He’s not the only one at fault, though. I keep setting myself up for disaster.
I hope tonight isn’t totally unbearable. But I have a feeling it’s going to be.