Chapter 69

Killian walks around the car and reaches for my hand. His palm is warm and steady. Mine isn’t. I let him hold it anyway.

“I want to give you a little view into my past life,” he says.

And then he urges me forward, heading for the dark building. It’s quiet out here, too quiet, and every step we take makes the gravel crunch beneath our shoes. My heart thuds harder with each sound.

When we reach the