Breakfast and Bloodlines

Willa’s POV:

The click of the door closing behind Killian sounded like the latch of a cage snapping shut.

I stood there, frozen in the center of the lavish suite, my heart performing a frantic, irregular rhythm against my ribs. My head throbbed with the rhythmic pulse of a high-grade hangover, but that was nothing compared to the cold dread pooling in my stomach.

Slowly, as if it were a ticki