Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: No More Walls

Two days after Derek left for the Lycan Kings’ Summit, Kira finally admitted to herself that she was miserable.

The palace was too big without him in it. That was the strange thing. Dravengard had always been enormous, all those halls and staircases and echoing rooms, but somehow it had never felt empty before. Now it did.

Nana was here, her mother was here, Connor, the servants, the whole busy hum of the household. And still the place felt like a house with the lights off.

She found herself in his private study as the sun was beginning to settle, without quite deciding to go there.

It smelled of him— that familiar citrus scent that always made her feel safe, and the faint ghost of whiskey. She trailed a hand along the back of his chair, and the ache in her chest twisted into something she could no longer pretend was indigestion.

She sank onto the sofa and looked around the study and let out a heavy sigh. Absence, they say makes the heart grow fonder.

How did I let him in so deeply? she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips. I tried so much to keep my walls up that I wouldn’t trust him completely after everything. But here I am, sitting in his study because the whole palace feels empty without him. She leaned back, closing her eyes.

I miss him.

She is still scared of being hurt. Goddess, she still felt guarded, but she should start trusting him and also in this thing she felt. She must learn to let her guard down again.

I love him. I really do. When he comes back, I need to tell him. No more hiding. No more fear. He has proven himself over and over. It’s time I stopped running from this bond.

She let out a shaky breath and pushed herself up off the sofa, wandering the room, touching things because they were his.

Her eyes drifted around the room, taking in the neat stacks of papers and the heavy credenza against the wall. Curiosity pulled her over. She opened one of the drawers, looking for nothing in particular, and then stopped.

Two handkerchiefs lay folded inside. Or not folded, exactly. Balled up, shoved in, hidden. Kira drew one out and unfolded it.

There was blood; dried dark and stiff across the linen. She opened the second. The same.

Her stomach turned over, and she stood there in the quiet study with more blood than she wanted to see in her hands and no idea whose it was or why it was in Derek’s credenza, and her mind offered her a dozen explanations, each one worse than the last.

A soft knock came at the door.

Kira moved on instinct, crossing to the sofa in three strides, sat down hard, and shoved both handkerchiefs beneath her thigh just as the door swung open.

"There you are," Claire said, smiling. "I’ve been hunting you all over this big house."

"Here I am," Kira said brightly. Too brightly.

Claire came in and stood a moment, studying her daughter the way mothers do, taking in far more than she was being shown. "How are you really, sweetheart?" she asked.

Kira shrugged. "I’m okay."

Claire’s smile deepened. She came over and sat beside her on the sofa. "You miss him."

Kira’s brows drew together. "What are you talking about?"

"Darling." Her mother chuckled softly. "I’ve been in love before. I know exactly what it looks like. The way you wander around the palace these past two days...it’s written all over your face."

Kira bit her lip, feeling her cheeks warm. "Maybe a little."

"Mhmm?" Claire’s eyes twinkled, and then softened. "Sweetheart. Listen to me. I probably never thought I would ever be telling you this, not after everything you’ve been through, but don’t let doubt tear something this good out of your hands."

Kira looked at her mother.

Claire nodded. "I’ve watched him. I’ve watched the way that man looks at you when you’re not looking back, and I’ll tell you honestly, I came here fully expecting to loathe him. I’d made up my mind. Some arrogant Lycan King who’d hurt my daughter, I had a whole speech prepared." She shook her head. "And he’s proven me wrong at every turn."

Kira laughed despite herself. "Oh, he’s arrogant. Don’t let this phase fool you, Mum."

"I’m sure he is. It’s all over his shoulders." Claire chuckled. "But he loves you."

Kira’s laugh faded.

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