Chapter 89

Sheila's point of view

I watched Killian's reflection through my glassy eyes. He pulled me into his arms, fear crippling his facial features.

"Hey, I don't like seeing you like this, we could talk later, you need rest right now, you need to sleep," Killian said, placing me down on the bed. He crawled in beside me, pulling the covers over us.

I rested my head on his chest while his large arms swallowed me completely as he pulled me to sleep. I didn't know when the exhaustion took over and I fell asleep.

I found myself in the darkness, crying with blood over me, and before my eyes I watched my mother die in the hands of that man, Nell Reid. Her blood splattered everywhere, smearing the bloody lips of the feral beasts. And his dark murderous eyes fell on me.

I jerked up on the bed, falling into Killian's arms that were ready to receive me. He pulled me into his arms, trying to calm me but I couldn't stop the vibrations that made my body tremble. I gripped