~ KILLIAN ~

"You’re burning the bacon," Ronan says, nodding toward the skillet, arms crossed with that usual unreadable expression on his face. "Not sure how Tess feels about crispy pork, but Lyra isn’t a fan."

A growl vibrates low in my throat as I flip the sizzling strips. Smoke curls upward, stinging my nose and reminding me that I’m not where I want to be. The second I heard Tess’s voice float down the hall, fragile but alive, I nearly bolted—ready to scoop her ...