Chapter 74
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“Let me go, Killian!” I snarled at him; my eyes, which were wide with shock, were now filled with anger. “Let me go or I’ll f*cking scream.”
“Just promise me you will listen, Samantha. This is important to me,” he begged as soon as his hands started to loosen on my arm. “Please let me explain this.”
I shook my head, confused. I would rather not hear anything from him after what I saw, but seeing Killian’s face as he begged made me think twice. I gave him a deadly glare before he let go of me and we stood in the middle of the grand staircase. He was on the higher steps, looking down at me with pleading eyes while I lifted my face and waited to see if he would make a lame excuse for what he was doing.
Goddess, I knew I was a hypocrite, and I had no reason to feel mad after I hurt and rejected Killian. But it was something I couldn’t control as well. He told me he loved me, and it killed me to shatter him after I chose Dominic. But seeing him have another girl just a few days after I tortured myself because of guilt? I was so confused! These feelings didn’t make sense to me. All I knew was that I was angry.
What worsened it was when the dark-haired woman appeared from the top of the staircase with a grin on her face as she glowered at me through her nose. I answered her with a sarcastic smirk and then widened my eyes at Killian, whose green eyes glinted with amusement at the reaction he saw on my annoyed face.
“Brianne, please go back inside the room,” Killian ordered the woman. She seemed graveled, though, but did what Killian told her.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “For the pack?” I asked him. “You are f*cking a d*mned witch for the pack?”
Killian, who was already exasperated, sat on the steps, still half-naked with the blanket covering his lower half. With his body glistening with sweat and his muscles taut, my throat involuntarily swallowed hard and I quickly lowered my gaze, averting my eyes from him uncomfortably, not wanting to look him in the face.
He must have sensed my admiration for his ripped physique after seeing that awkward gesture. He refused to smile, though, as he took the matter seriously, which I was grateful for because I would surely smack him on the face if he ever smirked at me.