Sheila's point of view

The next morning, I was already awake, and the feeling of Killian's body still lingered on my skin. I still couldn't move past that moment, I hated the inevitable truth that as much as I hated the insane fact that Killian affected me, shamelessly, I craved more of his touches.

I sighed, embarrassed by my thoughts.

I have been locked in my room since I was led back by that traitor known as Morgan. To be honest, this wasn't what I ...