Chapter 159

After a quick tour around the ship, Bellatrix made her way back to her cabin. As she walked the quiet hallway, her mind replayed her interaction with Cillian on the deck. It remembered all the details, the feeling of his jacket on her shoulder, the way his scent had chased away Damien's own and even now, still lingered to her body. Like that was its rightful place, like it belonged there. With her. But that wasn't what disturbed Bellatrix, that little problem could be solved with a quick shower. However, what can't be, was the complicated feelings that swirled in the pit of her stomach each time she recalled how Cillian had stared at her. Just like the feelings she was trying to sort out, to understand, the look in his eyes had been just as complicated. But it was far from the usual arrogant or calm and collected look he always had in his eyes. If she dared be bold for a second, she'd say the look she'd seen in his eyes was hurt. Raw, hidden, but not hidden well enough. But what was th