Kieran exhales slowly, his fingers tightening around his phone as the weight of the situation settles in.
The reports are disturbing, bodies dropping without a cause, a killer who leaves no trace, fear spreading like wildfire.
He places the phone down and turns to Ace, who's watching him closely.
Ace's worry is obvious, the slight crease in his brows, the way his lips press together as if holding back words.
Kieran leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Ace's lips. It's brief, a moment stolen in the quiet before the storm. "I have to go," he murmurs, brushing his nose against Ace's before pulling back. "There are murders happening right now, and they have no idea what's causing them."
Ace doesn't respond immediately, his fingers curling into the blanket. His chest rises and falls steadily, but Kieran knows better. He can feel the tension radiating from him, the silent battle in his mind.
