"I will find you, and claim you. One way or the other."
The room fell silent. Killian walked in, adjusting his gloves and calmly bopping to the music playing from his headphones.
He didn't notice the shift in the room, but he caught the stares. They looked away when he made eye contact and started to whisper.
Killian dropped into the only seat at the back, and whipped out his phone. He looked at the time, a serious expression on his face. "They will be here soon."
His older sister had woken up on the second day with a splitting headache that could only be silenced by a crystal choker necklace, courtesy of Mr. Jenovan.
In her dreams, she had heard the angel's very specific threats. He would find her, and claim her no matter where she went.
Her predicament presented a painful reality to Killian. It didn't matter if the chain was gone, or the Knight was eaten, he had to kill the bastard of an angel who was obsessed with his sister.
