Chapter 116: Found
Lorraine’s POV
I finished tugging on the shirt and sweatpants Kieran had given me, the fabric soft against my skin. The shirt hung off my frame, a little too large, brushing the middle of my thighs. I grabbed the towel and rubbed it through my wet hair, trying to soak up the dampness.
When I finally opened the bathroom door and stepped out, Kieran was standing by the window. He had changed too, black trousers, a fitted casual shirt, and a jacket that hugged his frame perfectly. His long black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, a few loose strands framing his face. And the face itself?
Godses help me.
He looked too good. Too refined. Too powerful. Sometimes I wondered how the universe could sculpt someone like him and then toss him into my path like a weapon I could never wield safely.
"This shirt’s a little too big," I said, tugging at the fabric awkwardly.
Kieran turned to look at me, his eyes trailing slowly over my form. "I think it fits you perfectly," he said, voice low, eyes lingering.
His gaze made my breath catch for half a second, but I forced myself to focus. "Before we leave," I said, clearing my throat, "Can I ask you something?"
He nodded, his expression softening a little. "Go ahead."
I hesitated, then let the words slip out before I could change my mind. "Your mother.... the Alpha Queen. How did she die?"
The shift in him was immediate.
His jaw clenched. His body, just moments ago so fluid and at ease, went still, too still. The soft warmth in his eyes hardened like ice freezing over a lake.