12.

Killian felt like a thief in his own home but he had no one to blame but himself. Since he woke up from what he learned, a sedated sleep, he never left his room. At the moment he was slowly and soundlessly making his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. He was forced to find his own dinner after Mama Roarke refused to deliver his meal. It was nice that she wasn’t treating him any differently. Kelsey and himself were never spoiled so her bringing his lunch to his room earlier in the day was a big no.

In the kitchen, his eyes narrowed to the drying rack filled with dishes and plates. The plates had an extra number and the dishes were the amount big enough for a small dinner party. Was there a dinner guest? Maybe Kelsey’s beau was here.

“There’s a plate for you in the oven. It was just turned off so the plate will be hot.” The soft, melodic voice of Mikel reached his ears. After their last encounter, he was terribly embarrassed and sorry for his behavior. He couldn’t face her just ye