chapter sixty-five

He stopped short and stared at me like he had seen a ghost. I stared at him waiting for him to acknowledge me, I used the opportunity to study him. The once stylishly dressed man in the impeccable suit was now looking haggard and worn out. He had bags under his eyes and he looked thin. This wasn't the Killian I remember. Did I do this? Like someone snapped a finger, he seemed to get himself back and headed towards the basement. I had half the mind to tell him not to bother but he might as well find out for himself. He stormed towards me with rage I was surprised the ground didn't have in. His hand wrapped around my throat before I had a chance to protest. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled. I grasped his hand and scratched it, he refused to let me go. His face was flushed with anger as he sneered at me. My eyes were beginning to water. I gasped for air, my throat was closing up but he didn't let up. "Let me go." My face was red, he seemed to have realized himself because h