The harsh sound of my knock echoed off the high ceilings of the hallway as I rapped on the door before me. The place was nicer than I’d expected. 

I shifted from foot to foot, my hand balling into a fist to rap on the door again. This time, my knock was louder, almost desperate. I couldn’t help it; I needed to see her, to explain everything.

The door swung open, and Killian stood on the other side, my eyes widening as recognition dawned on me. The look he was giving me, ...