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Tillman chuckles, and the door automatically slams behind him.
And I scream. I don’t care if it pisses off the drunk man. I scream in frustration because she needs me, and I can’t get to her.
Chapter fifty-eight
Eliana
Hedidn’tcome.
I sat there so long I fell asleep in the rocking chair. At the very least, I thought he might confront me, but I slept outside for nothing, and my back aches like no one’s business. But the sun woke me up in time for me to get back to the ranch, take care of the animals, and be at the town hall for Killian’s bail hearing.
He said the bail would be high, but I have to be hopeful. Maybe they will set it reasonably.
When I walk through the doors to the only courtroom in the town hall, Killian is sitting in a chair on the other side of a short wall.
He turns, and relief covers his features. I hurry to the little flap doors to go to him, and a deputy, Parker Hoyt, steps in front. “I’m sorry, Ms. Greer, you can’t go on the other side of the wall.”
I glance at Killian, and he gestures with his chin for me to come closer on the side with benches lined up evenly. Sidestepping down the aisle, I reach for him, and he rests his forehead on mine, with his hands still in cuffs.
“Thank God,” he breathes. “Wyatt wasn’t around last night,” he whispers.
“Well, my admirer didn’t come,” I whisper.
“Good,” he grunts.
As much as I want all of this to be over, a little part of me is relieved I got to see him again.
One more day.
What we have is counted in minutes now. It could end at any moment. Time is a controlling concept for a life I never asked for. If only I could steal time and give us more of it.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper.
He tilts his head and kisses me quickly. “We’ll figure this out.”
“They seem to have already decided,” I mutter.
“Come on, little witch, you know the truth will set you free,” he says, tossing me a wink.
“All rise for the presiding Judge Constantine.”
Killian holds my gaze for a breath longer before turning around to face the judge in the long black robe.
“Mr. Lennox, are you sure you understand what it means to represent yourself? If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you, do you understand that?” Judge Constantine asks.
“Yes, your honor, I am aware of my rights and I would still like to represent myself,” Killian says.
The judge shakes his head.
My heart pounds in my ears, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
“Do you understand your charges as they have been read to you?” Judge Constantine asks.
“Yes, your honor,” Killian asks.
“And your plea?”
“Not guilty, your honor,” Killian says with his chin lifted.
