Chapter 64

Killian’s POV

By the time I got home, it was already late, and I was exhausted to the bone, but the second I stepped inside and saw the place quiet, I knew Liana was already asleep. I needed to hold her. I needed to feel her in my arms again. I missed her so damn much.

Her dad was sprawled on the couch, looking as if he hadn’t moved in hours. I gave him a short nod, just out of politeness, and started making my way toward the stairs but then I stopped. This was the perfect time to get her dad talking, but my heart was already racing at the thought of holding my Liana in my arms again. God, I had missed her so damn much, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without feeling her against me. I shrugged off the thought of talking to him now. Maybe later… maybe tomorrow or something, but not now… tonight, I needed my Liana. I was halfway up when his voice stopped me.

“Killian,” he called, and I paused, gripping the railing.

I turned to him. He stood