Fraying Restraint

“Killian Vancroft, what does that even mean?” Sloane demanded, her brows knitting into a single sharp line.

“Exactly that,” Killian answered. “I don’t know how much longer my restraint will last if I keep forcing myself to stay away from you.”

Night after night, he lay awake, the darkness gnawing at his nerves until every hour felt like glass against skin. Reason told him to despise his father and