74. Late at night

Killian remains utterly silent as I try to figure out what the hell I wanted right now. Did I want to run away? Spit some more venom his way? Add more to the list of crimes he had did and push him to the very edge and have him -

No… I could not be thinking about this!

A few deep breaths and I push myself up. He is still processing the blasphemy I spit at him and he does not seem very eager to speak out right now.

“I said what I said. Take it or leave it. I don’t care anymore. You turned me into a damn prisoner in your own little world. I honestly did not expect something different from a forced marriage to someone like you. Mate or not, marked or not, I’d rather be rejected than spending my life like this.” I admit with a heavy heart, barely holding back the little sobs that escape me as I speak.

He does not answer, so I walk away, to the bedroom, without even looking back. I crawl into the bed that still smells like him even if he had not been sleeping in it for long enough to even f