ANGELICA POV
Killian’s words still echoed in my heart, warm and steady, like the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones on a cold winter morning. I’d never thought anyone could make me laugh after everything, but he managed to pull it off with that goofy grin and his stupidly endearing line about being a golden retriever with abs.
Goddess, I think I snorted when he said that. Out loud. Like an i***t.
I could still hear Hella snickering in the back of my mind. “He’s ours,” she whispered, curling up smugly. “The Moon Goddess really outdid herself this time. Look at him. Just… look.”
So I did.
Killian was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, bare feet on the hardwood floor, messy hair and sleepy eyes. He was wearing a tank top that clung to his frame like a second skin, and his mu
