Over the past few weeks, Severine poured every ounce of her energy into work, moving the last of her belongings into her new office without a single hitch.
Thanks to Killian's help, relocating had been far easier than she'd imagined. Then again, ever since she left the Vale mansion, Killian was the one who kept the loneliness at bay.
He had always been just there, waiting for her to reach forward.
Sitting in her high-backed executive chair, she tapped her phone screen. It lit up to reveal a photo of Killian fast asleep.
A few of his strands were curling up, giving him the air of softness.
He looks rather... silly and cute. Mostly the cute part, she thought with a chuckle.
If Alina were here, she would have ruthlessly teased her for looking like a lovesick fool.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Her fingers moved on instinct, answering before her brain could register the action. But as her eyes caught the caller ID, her eyes narrowed with clear displeasure.
It was Victor's fourth call.
