In Fury Lies Mischief

I lean into his touch. “Home, Killian. I came home.”

“Home,” he answers, his hand falling beside him. “I kind of like the fact that you’re calling my home, home. God, I fucking hate Kiznitch.” His eyes squeeze closed.

“Come on.” I reach for his hand. A heavy thud sounds out from behind him.

I keep my eyes on his. “Am I going to like what I see when I look at what you’ve dropped?”

“Depends,” he says, and for the first time since he interrupted my sleep, I see a slight shift back to the Killian I have come to know. His top lip curls up in a smirk. “You like blood?”

I sigh, breaking eye contact and looking down to the floor. A long and sharp military style knife stares back at me with dried blood crusting over the handle and blade. I mentally count to three in my head.

One, I don’t know what Killian does for Kiznitch or Mayhem, but I have heard stories of what the Four Fathers and Brothers do.

Two, someone is very hurt tonight, and it isn’t Killian.

Three, he came to me and not Maya.

I lean down, picking the knife up from the floor. I take his hand in mine and lead him into my room. Shoving him onto my bed, he remains silent as he watches me move around the room.

I turn the bedside lamp on quickly, before making my way into the bathroom, dropping the knife into the sink and turning on the faucet. “Jesus.”

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I’m scrubbing off the blood with soap when I feel his arm wrap around my belly. He drops his lips to the crook of my neck. “Turn around.”

I do, slowly turning to face him. His tongue sneaks out and dampens his bottom lip. “I killed someone tonight.”

Okay clearly, I’m going to have to up my count.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five.

“Okay. Why are you telling me this?” I tilt my head so that I can look up at him.

He leans down and runs his lips over mine. “Because I killed for you.” He presses a kiss against my mouth. “You go

I bring my hand up to his chest, forcing him away to give myself some distance.

He chuckles. “Are you even Kiznitch?”

I close my eyes, ignoring his words. “Who did you kill tonight?”

When my eyes open again, he’s staring down at me. His energy alone is eating up the space between us.

My heart thunders in my chest.

“Someone who wanted to hurt you.”

I freeze. “Do I know this someone?”

Killian laughs, shaking his head. “Not sure. But had you not left me unattended back at Mayhem, maybe I wouldn’t have had so much pent up anger, and then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have made a fucking mess.” He looks down at his chest.

“I don’t understand why someone would want to hurt me.” I think over Hope’s crazy call about me being in Kiznitch.

Killian exhales, stepping forward and ru

I suck in a deep breath. “So why did you kill him?”

He holds my stare. “Because I want you more.”

I bring my hand up to the side of his cheek, then run my thumb down his bottom lip. Leaning forward, I bring my lips to his.

He groans, his arm hooking around my back, pulling me into him more. “I need to bury myself in you right now.”