Page 189 of A Curse On Black Lake
“What does that mean? Did the Spirits give you an idea?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head and lean forward, pressing my face between the bars. Killian stoops down and kisses me.
“I’m going to draw him out and catch him myself,” I tell him.
Killian jerks back. “The hell you are,” he says.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I will, and then they’ll let you go. That simple.”
“That simple?” Killian says in shock.
“I’m going to do this, and you can’t stop me,” I tell him.
His jaw ticks. “That’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not, but you being in here isn’t either. I have to do something, so I’ll do this. We know he wants me, so it should be easy, right?” I say with a whole lot of fake confidence and plenty of very real fear.
“Please don’t do this. We … we don’t knowwhathe’ll do, and I couldn’t live with myself if he hurt you. Please don’t do this.”
I roll my lips together, fighting myself not to say the words. I’m aware of the risk I’m taking. I know I may not survive it.
“I have to,” I tell him.
“I need you,” I whisper, hoping he hears the intention between the words.
“Kiss me, please,” I beg him.
His eyes search mine, and he leans in, pressing his mouth to mine. I kiss him as hard as I can because this might be my last. I reach through the bars to the back of his neck, grabbing his hair, feeling its softness between my fingers.
Killian groans and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and I whimper. Every time he kisses me like this, it writes love on my heart. He ingrained himself into my very existence, so when I’mcut, I bleed love for him. Who am I if I don’t sacrifice for the man I love? Isn’t that the definition of love in and of itself?
“Alright,” Wyatt yells.
Killian kisses me harder, and my knees go weak. I wish it didn’t have to be like this.
“Hey,” Wyatt says, and rips me away.
“Get your hands off of her, Wyatt. I won’t repeat myself,” Killian says furiously.
“And what are you going to do?” Wyatt says.
My head snaps to his. “Stop.”
I stare at Killian a moment longer, and Wyatt forces me out the door.
“I love you!” Killian yells. The door slams, and it rattles my determination. But I’ll do it anyway.
This is good for everyone. The way I see it is, I’ll kill two birds with one stone. Killian will finally be free of the curse of his ancestor, and a killer who has killed one too many women will finally face justice when they catch him.
As I start to leave the station, I pause. I don’t have a plan. But I’ll start with being at my house. That’s where almost everything has happened. Hell, I’ll even leave the doors unlocked.
But first I have to take care of my animals, and that makes me pause. Who is going to take care of my babies? If my plan works, then they won’t have to wait very long.
“Wyatt?” I call.
He raises a brow.
“If I’m not at the bail hearing tomorrow, check my house. I’ll probably be dead. And I’d appreciate if you fed the animals at the ranch. They don’t deserve to suffer. But also, if I’m dead, then you’ll know it isn’t Killian.”
