Chapter 15 I Don't Need A Year

• I smiled and rested my head against his chest. For a few seconds, I didn’t answer. His hand continued moving slowly through my hair. I had spent so long believing I needed time.
• Three hundred and sixty-five days. That was what Killian had given me.
• A year to decide whether I could trust him, to decide if the man I had once called my captor was someone I wanted beside me. But somewhere between his stupid teasing, the way he had protected me from Bernard, and the way he had helped me destroy the Lavels... I had stopped counting.