Chapter 11

It had taken me a long time to convince Killian to leave the room. He had been stubborn, refusing to get off my bed. I couldn’t complain that much. We cuddled and talked about random things. I told him about the time when I was six years old and had cut my hair with scissors because Noah told me that when boys get a haircut, their hair turns into a rainbow. Of course, it was a lie, and I ended up a crying mess on my mother’s lap. Killian told me about the time he had confused the Elven king for a woman in the middle of a treaty negotiation. To say he was mortified was an understatement of the century. It almost caused a war.

Finally, after a while of pleading on my end and stealing kisses from him, he decided to go downstairs and satisfy his roaring stomach, which was practically screaming by then. He sat quietly on the counter stool, his head resting lightly to the side. I could feel his scalding gaze on me. He had been si