Chapter 165

Everything happened so fast. One second, Bellatrix remembers being in the bed, staring at Cillian as he stood at the door, staring at her with a certain look in his eyes that she couldn't decipher, but could tell one thing about. She didn't like it. Then, the next second, before she could even open her mouth to speak, Cillian had crossed the room and wrapped his large fingers around her upper arm, pulling her off the bed and away from Damien with so much force that she winced in pain. "Cillian, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded, trying to pull her arm out of his hold. But that only caused it to tighten and with a harsh tug, Cillian pulled her closer. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened, but only for a few seconds, before they narrowed into a deadly glare. Cillian met her glare head on, not with a glare of his own, but with something darker, much deeper than Bellatrix has ever seen in his eyes and for a second, that look made her glare flatter. Instinctively, sh