A Gentle Mutiny

"Don't... confront my father!" Killian panted, using pain to steal a flicker of clarity. "Sloane, listen to me. Go home. Let me deal with him."

"Even if I avoid him, he'll hunt me down. I never meant for you to face this alone. I chose you, Killian, and that means we stand together—always." Her fingers brushed past his eyebrows.

Her gentle voice, soft as a lullaby, tugged his eyelids lower.

"Sleep