Chapter 64

Killian doesn’t move when we pull into the hospital parking lot.

His fingers stay curled tight around the steering wheel, gaze forward. The engine is off, but his body hasn’t caught up. The tension in his arms is visible, humming under his rolled-up sleeves. Even the little lines around his eyes seem sharper.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and glance at him. “Aren’t you coming?”

He shakes his head once. “