I lower my eyes to my phone, picking it up from my bed. The name blaring from the screen on the notification warms my heart. It’s Killian. He’s the only one I haven’t given the silent treatment to. ‘How is my little angel doing this fine morning?’ I smile at the message. ‘Not so good, not so bad,
- KILLIAN - You may wonder what my intentions were when I left Hazel alone for nearly two weeks. I had every reason not to but did so regardless. Liam needed me. Natalie needed me. We are one step closer to uncovering the mystery behind my parent’s death. Just knowing who killed them isn’t the on
I let out an exhale. Whichever it is, this will turn out to be heavily interesting. Satisfiably so. * I can smell it. My brows narrows as my nose catches on a pungent scent the moment I got out of my car. Since the moment the car door was open for me and I stepped out, the acrid smell of somet
- HAZEL - According to Asami, I can’t show him any wounds. Not the ones on my shoulder, but for my hand, any lady can have a kitchen accident. Which is quite ironic considering I haven’t entered a kitchen and I can’t cook. I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath. I might as well just lie that I sur
- KILLIAN - “Well don’t you look adorable?” Killian says, pulling me in for a hug. On a casual day, I’d push him away because we’re in public but for once, I actually need this hug. I’ve been craving it desperately for a while. It’s so nice to feel his skin pressed against mine. I clutch my arms
- KILLIAN - That is no sore derived from cooking. I don’t need to look at it to know. I’ve cooked all my life since I was a child and I’ve gotten a lot of wounds in my life time to know what bandages are best suited for certain injuries. I also pay much attention to detail, so I know Hazel is not
- HAZEL - Wearing this jacket really paid off. It managed to hide the bandaged sore on my shoulders from Killian. I can only assume Asami is watching me so I have to be careful despite Killian and I being somewhere in the outskirts of the city. I am tempted to submit to the urge begging me to
“Please be seated and make yourself comfortable, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.” I drop my purse first on the seat before sitting. The waiter waits for me to get comfortable on my seat. It’s a cushion table for four. Certainly more comfortable too and with how high these seats a