Chapter 93 Chapter Ninety-three

• Killian’s Pov
• Driving to the address I sent Emily, I wasn’t nervous. Not at first. It was just a meeting. Just a conversation. But as I parked by the corner of the private restaurant and stepped out, I realized I was more anxious than I thought.
• The place was quiet, upscale, with this kind of calm air that made you feel small and important at the same time. The moment I walked in, one of the hostesses recognized me, of course, she did. My name carried weight in this city, whether I liked it or not. She didn’t even need to ask where I was going. With a polite smile and quick steps, she led me straight to a booth tucked in a corner, away from eyes and noise.