102: Not-captive

Elaine’s POV

Despite the confusion swirling in my mind, I couldn't deny the anticipation I felt at the thought of Killian coming to the townhouse. It was a strange feeling, almost contradictory. I was supposed to be his captive, held against my will, yet every moment spent with him felt like a breath of fresh air.

The walls of the townhouse no longer felt like a prison. Instead, they held the promise of something new, something exciting. Killian's presence brought an unexpected thrill to my days, turning what should have been a grim situation into something almost… fun.

As much as I tried to remind myself of the reality, of the danger and the reasons for my captivity, I found myself looking forward to our encounters. The way his eyes would light up when he saw me, the subtle smiles, the moments of laughter during our walks—it all chipped away at my defenses.

I didn't understand it. It didn't make sense. But perhaps, in this strange, twisted game we were playing, that was the point.