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I smile fondly at the memory.
I have few good memories of my father, so I make sure to treasure them. I keep them close to my heart in order to comfort me over the fact that now I am at a point in my life where I realize that the love my father had for me is probably gone.
I find the kit in the back of the closet where I’d left it the other day. It’s a nice little basket, filled with various skeins of yarn of different colors. I push them to the side, seeing a few different types of needles at the bottom too.
I can’t help but smile.
I don’t know if Killian had been the one to set this up for me, but if he had I’m thankful. It’s a sweet gesture, even if it’s still creepy he knows so much about me.
I grab two of the needles and one of the skeins, moving myself to lean back against the wall next to my closet. I tuck the basket next to my thigh and cross my ankles, starting a slip knot on one of the needles.
My fingers easily fall into a comfortable rhythm, my mind wandering while I complete my first row and begin moving on to the next.
I can’t help but think that maybe Killian is right about my family. If my fatherdidwant me back, he would’ve come to get me by now… right?
He wouldn’t just leave me here to rot with one of his enemies. Even if he suspected I had something to do with Ben’s death, it wasn’t like he could let Killian keep me here forever. As long as he knew I was in enemy territory, he would want me back.
I try and settle with these thoughts, comforting myself while I continue to move my fingers with the yarn.
Killian will need to tell me about their meeting eventually. Sex, no matter how mind-blowing, won’t distract me from knowing the truth forever.
I shake my head at the thought.
Being caught by Killian in his office had been a nightmare, but his punishment had been anythingbut. I can’t believe I liked it when he slapped me, or choked me, or everything else he had done. What does that say about me?
I’ve never had a rough lover before—the only guy who ever gotcloseto taking me was gentle—let alone someone who acted like Killian did when he claimed me as his.
My heart flutters at the thought. Had he done that? Claimed me? He said as much while fucking me.
I pause my knitting and look down at my legs, seeing that I’d unconsciously squeezed them together. I can’t help that my body responds to the thought of his hands on me. The way he controls and demands things of me, when he takes me to places I never thought were possible.
I know that he’s a mob boss and that he’s killed people, but no one in my entire life has made me feel the way he does.
Despite all the stalking.
I sigh to myself and put my needles down on my lap, rubbing my face.
A knock at the door has me looking up and quickly shoving my supplies back into their basket. I get up and walk over to the door. My heart pounds, excited for the possibility of Killian being on the other side of it.
When I open it, I sag in my skin.
Ava stands in the doorway.
“Do you need anything? You’ve been up here for a while.”
“Oh…” I flex my fingers over the doorknob, trying to keep my voice level. “No, I’m all right.”
She stares at me, unmoving.
It makes me bite my lip. Am I that transparent?
“I… do actually want something.”
“Shoot.”
I lean into my door, feeling my weight balance on my right foot.
“I really want to talk to my friend Etta. I miss her, and she would never tell a soul that we spoke. I know I can trust her. I just want to tell her that I’m alive and okay.”
