All Chapters of The Killer's Kitten: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, the windows had cleared and the first hint of dawn was creeping over the hills. He started the engine and drove them home.When they walked through the door of the penthouse, the sun was just beginning to rise over the city, painting the living room in shades of gold and pink. She stood at the window, looking down at the streets she'd walked a thousand times, and felt something settle in her chest—not peace, exactly, but something close.He came up behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "What are you thinking.""I'm thinking I should get some sleep before the sun comes up completely and I have to face the fact that I just agreed to consider moving into an eight-million-dollar apartment.""You already agreed to consider it. That's not the same as agreeing.""I know." She turned to face him. "But I'm not running. That's the part that matters."He looked at her for a long moment. Then he pulled her close, one hand cradlin

She caught it on a Tuesday. Nothing dramatic—just a tickle in her throat that turned into a cough, a low-grade fever that made her feel like she was wrapped in cotton. The kind of cold that wasn't dangerous, just miserable. The kind that made you want to curl up in bed and not move until spring.Vincent found her in the bedroom when he came back from the kitchen. She was under the duvet, her hair plastered to her forehead, a box of tissues on the nightstand.He stopped in the doorway. “You're sick.”“Astute observation.”He didn't laugh. He just stood there, looking at her like she was a problem he needed to solve. She recognized that look. It was the same one he wore when he was checking sightlines, assessing threats, calculating exits.“I'm fine,” she said.“You're not.”“It's just a cold.”He didn't answer. He turned and walked out.She heard him in the