Chapter 38 His Bed
- Killian rolled his arms over each other until there was a swelling black billow coming from his forearms and rising upward until it wafted in tendrils which reached me up on the balcony like bits of strings.
- I found myself reaching out to grasp one. Stunned at how I was reacting.
- But Killian was waiting below as if he expected me to. His arms at his sides and the black smoke now coming from his chest, up to me.