Heart echoing a small indication of guilt, I nodded in confirmation. “You’re here for what I told you I found.” “I know that,” he said with a grim smile. His beautiful face was now solemn, all hints of charm gone, replaced by the man Killian Alexei Darrow truly was. He tensed his grip of me, but after a few silent minutes he sighed in defeat and stepped back. “I do not wish to hurt you, but I’m not here to play.”
But I still tried, still fought to keep at least some small piece of humanity in a time which, at least for me, nothing was humane anymore. “Killian,” I said as gently as I could, but it was hard after so many years of existing, emotions were hard to express.
Now, at twenty-four, he had graduated that elite academy and became a private detective who specialized in unearthing unfindable pieces of information in both legal and illegal ways, through so many connections, I myself lost count of. That was one of the reasons why, when he was sixteen, I sent him to a special academy for gifted kids like him. But I had a mission to accomplish and promises to keep, and, unfortunately, taking care of him wouldn’t help my cause. It wasn’t because I didn’t want him in my life or something like that the opposite was true. While he was my ward, and I was responsible for him in every way that mattered, Killian didn’t seem to comprehend that our relationship was always short-termed. I rarely see you as it is, you now wish to make our relationship a distant partnership instead?” “Why the rush?” he asked, and then wrapped his toned arms around my waist and tugged me close. Noting the urgency in my tone, he narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. “While I love talking to you after so long, there’s a reason we’re meeting today, isn’t there?” “Killian,” I said, giving him my hard stare, the one that had once made his knees shake, but now only made him arch an eyebrow. He wasn’t wrong, but talking about my attire was not the reason we were meeting tonight in such a secluded part of the city, with no one around but us. “I just wish I could see you in other clothes, because as far as I’m concerned, your wardrobe consists of this outfit only.” “I know that,” he said, tucking his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “It helps me blend better.” Because if I were to wear what I truly wanted, I would’ve attracted too much attention, and that wasn’t acceptable. “It’s necessary,” I responded dispassionately. I glanced down at my black hiking pants, black cape on top of black, baggy tee, black hiking boots, and black scarf and gloves, and knew he was right.
“Your fashion statement also stayed the same.” He scanned me from head to toe and back, and his lips curled into a mocking smirk. “You look just the same as you did a couple of years ago,” he said as a way of greeting while I rose to my feet. That, including his intelligence and the excellent job he was doing for me, made him of deep value to me. All in all, though, he was good people, and he was one of mine. Killian Darrow was nothing if not a charming son of a bitch, but no one should underestimate him he might be a pretty boy, but he had a mind sharper than a scalp, held ruthlessness within that he mostly concealed, but let pop out here and there.
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Then he opened his gold-flecked brown eyes that seemed like molten honey that melted many a woman, and gave me a grin full of dimples and sin. Show-off, I thought disapprovingly as he removed his black helmet and, as if he was in a hair-conditioner commercial, flipped his dark gold hair so the silky locks wouldn’t simply be messy, but orderly so. He rounded the square dramatically, riding over puddles on purpose so he could splash water like the little kid he was, and then stopped right next to me. Across the square from where I was sitting, a bike appeared, its rider draped in dark leather clothes, thinking himself to be a cool gangster, but I knew better. That sound was rougher, rugged, that of a motorcycle. The sound was rich and bombastic, carried away by the slapping wind, and I would’ve smiled at its familiarity had I remembered what it was like to smile from the heart.Īnother sound invaded the quiet while the bells began to diminish. The clock ticked midnight and I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the Big Ben echo through the square, the neighborhood, the quiet city of London.
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