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His eyebrows shoot up and he steps fully into my room. “Got a bit of a bite to you now do you?” He chuckles, his green eyes shimmering with amusement at my outburst.
I just glare at him, refusing to let go of the anger.
Jokes? Seriously?
Letting out a sigh, Killian strides to my bed and sits down, the mattress indenting under his weight.
I try to scoot away but a particularly painful cramp attacks my lower abdomen. Doubling over, I clasp my stomach as a pained cry slips past my lips. Strong hands smooth down my back and I jerk away, even as I have to fight the desire to lean further into them.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is quiet and filled with concern. I don’t know how to react, especially after our last interaction.
“Nothing that involves you.” I mutter from between my legs, my voice muffled by the awkward position.
A hand snakes into my hair and tugs my head back, my face inches from his as he glares down at me. “Want to try that again baby girl?” He growls, the hairs on my arms standing up from the feral look in his eyes.
I gulp, trying to keep down the fear coursing through my veins.
This man killed you, remember? Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to push his buttons.
I wince at the reminder, the image of my body lying on the table flashing back in my mind.
“It’s nothing. Just some…girl stuff.” I admit, unwilling to dive deeper into just what kind of ‘girl stuff’ it is. He doesn’t need to know, it doesn’t concern him and it’s my body. Sitting up, I square my shoulders. Mustering all the courage I can, I glare back at him, refusing to back down. Killian studies me, eyes raking down my face and body before sliding back up.
I must look a state. I can feel the sweat beaded on my forehead, my skin most likely flush from the pain, dark circles under my eyes from the little sleep I’ve gotten since my little discovery a few days ago.
It doesn’t matter how you look.
I chastise myself.
My thoughts halt when our eyes meet again. Much like the last time, I lose myself in his iridescent orbs. I find the constant internal chaos quiets and I’m able to take a deep breath in the resulting silence.
Killian releases my hair, sliding his hand around to rest gently against my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek. “Tell me what’s going on.” He presses in a soft voice.
His continued gentleness throws me off guard. I find myself replying in my shocked state, my mouth moving of its own volition. “I’m recovering from a…” My voice trails off and I clear my throat. “A, um, medical procedure.” I mumble, averting my gaze.
Killian is silent, still rubbing his thumb soothingly against my skin. My eyes shift back to him and I find him sitting with his eyes closed, face twisted in a grimace. I take the opportunity to study him, noting the slight crooked angle of his nose. The length of his lashes as they rest against his cheeks. The silver sprinkled throughout his beard also covers his eyebrows and a few strands are visible on his head at this distance.
Goddamn, hot dad alert.
My eyes widen in horror.
No no no, I didn’t mean…although he technically…
I shake myself in frustration, causing another wave of pain to run through my body. I bite my lip to keep myself silent.
Killian finally opens his eyes and I shiver at the look reflected in them. Rising from the bed, he stares down at me as he demands. “You’re coming with me.”
I stare at him in shock.
I’m sorry, what?
At my lack of response, he glances around the room. “Do you have a bag somewhere? We’ll need to pack you some of your things at first before I can get you new ones.”
I can’t reply, my entire body frozen.
What is happening right now?
Sighing in frustration, Killian doesn’t wait for me to break from my stupor. He turns away and begins rummaging through my things until he finds the old luggage set I got as a hand-me-down of a hand-me-down. He stares at the bag in disgust, as if its mere existence offends him. Muttering something under his breath, he begins rifling through my things and stuffing the bag full.
