Chapter 239: Killam

Thursday. Ivy's Apartment. Seattle, Washington.

KILLAM CURLED HIS FINGERS into her hair. For some reason, feeling the silky strands made her seem real. He hadn't been all that certain when he'd woken up that she hadn't been a dream. A very good dream, but a dream nonetheless.

Ivy sat back on her heels, her color-shifting eyes going green then blue.

She hauled back and smacked his left thigh hard enough the sound startled him.

"Ow, hey." He rubbed the sting.

"What the hell?" she demanded. "Where have you been? What happened? And did you really drive your damn car into the river?"

"Jesus," he grumbled.

His phone began to beep, reminding him that he needed to take the round of morning medications.

The worst part about getting shot wasn't the pain. It was all the pills he had to take to function. Antibiotics. Painkillers. And whatever else he'd been prescribed.

He grasped Ivy's chin between his fingers and ducked his head, brushing a kiss across her lips.