There had to be something wrong. Killian looked up at the sky, and when he saw the clouds rolling in, he had a feeling that there was something really, really wrong. He took a sharp turn to the left, and the food containers that he had packed and placed in a paper bag slid into the seat behind him. A good thing that they did not spill on the floor of his car. This shit was pricey as hell.
You did not buy enough. His beast grumbled in his head, interrupting his train of thought.
Seven burgers...I ordered seven burgers for us; I think we have enough. Killian did not think that there was anything wrong with the amount of food that he had ordered. From Chinese to Thai, he ordered every single thing, and it was only upon his beastโs insistence that he actually bought burgers.
They are not enough.
Killian knew that they could absolutely smash seven burgers without even trying, but he had no interest in food, as he could not possibly taste anything. What was good about eating seven burgers that would taste like pieces of paper?
Fair enough.
His beast finally stopped with his grumbling, and Killian turned his attention to the seat beside him. He raised his hand and brushed the leather seat. There was not enough of her scent, and the lilac hue in it was missing, which made him frown subconsciously. However, this scent was enough to make the tension in his shoulders fade away slightly. But the strain was still there.
He needed more of her scent.
This time, he was going to ask her to start wearing his clothes, and only then would he wear them; that way, he would be able to calm himself down whenever she was not with him. Pathetic, he knew it, but what else could he do? He just missed her too much.
He then raised his head and looked at the lilacs that he had brought along with a coconut pastry, and his lips could not help but twitch. He was never the kind of man who gave his woman flowers, but something about Inez made him act all silly. There was no helping it; ever since he found her, he just wanted to give the best to her.
Outside, the sky was not right. It was as if someone had dumped a bottle of ink in the hue of orange. The darkish hues in the orange sky were rather terrifying, as if the world were about to come to an end. And the clouds were not moving; they were circling like they were moving in a funnel-like shape. As if there were a storm brewing, but with all the signs attached missing.



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