Page 92 of Iris
But he doesn’t touch her and his gaze is taking in the room.
The moment he notices me, he comes over, the blonde forgotten the moment he takes his first step away from her.
he signs.
I deliberately misunderstand.
I say.
He raises a brow.
He’s so fucking smug I could take him out with a punch. It’s tempting. It doesn’t matter he’s pushing my buttons. He wants to know if she’s going to do the job he manipulated her into.
Although I’m not sure how much you can manipulate someone who’s gunning for change, to make a difference.
But fuck, he can be an ass.
he signs.
“You do.”
I sigh. She could end up burned and while he might not care, it could have blowback on us. On Emmie.
With a breath I try and speak his language. Something he’ll understand. Something I hope he’ll understand.
He doesn’t say a word.
I sign,
Killian shoves a hand through his messy hair.
I sign.
I don’t finish it. I don’t think I have to.
Because he knows I’m right. If we’re sure we want that ultimate bond, and that’s…that’s a step neither of us wants to contemplate.
I say,
“We wait,” Killian says. “We wait.”
