It was as if Kyran had something he wanted to say…

Deirdre closed her eyes. Maybe she was overthinking it because she was pretty tired too. If Kyran had anything he wanted to tell her, he would just say so. There was no reason for secrets between the two of them at this stage of their relationship.

Deirdre slept soundly.

A long, long while later, her bedroom door creaked open.

A man snuck inside from that little crack, his movement featherlight and careful, to avoid waking up the young woman. He took his seat near her bed.

Moonlight sprayed into her room through her window and drenched her. Her skin was clear, like the surface of a silvery lake. As he studied her, her eyes gleamed with hunger while his lips curled into a shadow of a smile.

That was until, suddenly, the smile died.

It was as if someone had sucked away every oxygen in his lungs, and now his ribcage and its fleshy contents were imploding. His face paled, he knelt a little forward, and his eyes rested on the you