Yours Alone

Sloane studied Killian's face. Conflict warred beneath his sculpted features, and—for once—those usually sharp falcon eyes flickered with something close to panic.

He had refused to take her back right away, yet now, he fought just as fiercely to keep her from pulling away.

Is it that he never truly felt safe—convinced my love is too thin, too fragile, that I might discard him at any moment?

Sloan