Adeline's POV

Morning came too slowly. I'd barely slept. I just lay there beside Kayden, watching dawn break.

He'd showered before bed, changed clothes and destroyed the evidence.

But I couldn't stop seeing the blood on his knuckles. The cold emptiness in his eyes.

Around seven, he stirred.

"Morning," he said quietly.

"Who did you kill last night?"

I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. I was straightforward, no easing into it.

He sat up, running his hands through his hair. "I was hoping ...