The entire night, Renée tossed and turned, unable to shake the image of Killian's intense eyes from her mind. It frustrated her to no end.

"Agh! Why did the sun have to rise so early?" she groaned, pulling herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. She dragged her feet to the washroom, freshened up, and dressed quickly. As she exited her room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she was greeted by an unexpected sight-Killian was sitting on the sofa, casually reading a newspaper.

"You ...