The plate made contact with his head and I let out a gasp.

My eyes widened when he took a step back from the force and leaned against the door to support himself.

"Killian..." I started to apologize but he raised a palm.

"Shut up." he snapped.

My lips clamped shut from the command, I stepped back fearfully from the look in his eyes.

He looked like the old Killian, ice cold and aggressive.

"I am so..."

"Shut the hell up," he said.

My heart ...