121: Nothing at all

Killian’s POV

Drenched to the bone and with each step splashing rainwater around me, I hurried through the dark streets towards the townhouse. The relentless downpour did nothing to quench the fire within me.

I hadn’t seen Elaine in days, and no matter what I was doing—questioning rogues, patrolling the borders—my thoughts always drifted back to her. Her image haunted my mind, a constant itch I couldn't scratch, a sweet ache that wouldn’t leave.

The rain pounded down, blurring my vision, but I didn’t care. I pressed on, my clothes clinging to my body, my hair plastered to my forehead.

The thunder roared overhead, lightning flashing across the sky, but none of it could deter me. I needed to see her, to reassure myself that she was safe, to feel her warmth against me.

Finally, the townhouse came into view. Its windows glowed softly in the night, a beacon of comfort and familiarity. I reached the front door, panting and dripping, and fumbled with the key. My hands were trembling, not j