Avyanne's pov

The morning began with so much silence, and silence from Killian was always louder than his

violence.

I woke to find him already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, head

lowered as though he had been awake for hours. Normally, Killian’s mornings were full of sharp

commands, quick movements, or the sound of something breaking. But today he sat unmoved,

his black hair falling across his pale face, his crimson eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

When he ...