Chapter 31

“Killian,” I managed to croak out, my throat sore from holding back the tears that threatened to flow. He didn’t answer. He just sat there.

He said nothing, did nothing, just sat there while everyone around me fussed. My hand was in Nana Helen’s as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Claude’s eyes were sympathetic, almost as if he knew something—something I didn’t.

“Killian,” I tried again. This time, my voice came out as a pleading whisper.

He stood up. The sea-green eyes I knew as intimately as my own were like a raging storm. I held his gaze, not wanting to let go. Why isn’t he doing anything? Aurora stood up and left. Natalia followed her; she glanced back at me and gave me a smile—a smile only I noticed, but I couldn’t focus on that.

I was focused on my mate—the man seated by my side who hadn’