chapter seventy-seven

I fidgeted in the car as the silence threatened to choke me. I couldn't breathe and it didn't help that Killian kept clenching his bloody fist around the car wheels. Guilt was eating me up from the inside out. He wasn't even looking at me. "Killian, before ton think otherwise..." "What the hell were you doing there?" I clamped my lips shut. The words dying in my throat. I couldn't tell him, he would know about the death threats. "I can't tell you," I said. He scoffed but said nothing. I felt the temperature in the car drop to a certain degree. It was an uncomfortable silence as he drove to the house. He parked and we got out. Still saying nothing, he opened the door and ushered into the house. I stood in the middle of the living room nervous looking at him as he took off his jacket. He tossed it carelessly on the couch and rolled up his sleeves, I took a step back as I watched him. He walked to the mini bar and poured himself a glass of wine before sitting down on the couch with his c