A Fragile Thread

By the time the sentence finished ricocheting around the room, Sloane wanted nothing more than for the floor to crack open and swallow her whole.

If ever there were proof that explaining only made things worse, that was it.

"In any case, I can walk on my own," she blurted out, face still red as a tomato.

Killian's obsidian eyes remained fixed on her, steady and unblinking, and she thought she coul