Chapter 27

Katie’s POV

Killian emerges from the dark just behind the walls of the café, “A party would be nice for your edges.”

I could already imagine the subtle smug look he would have on his face. I don't know how he does it, I think it is a complex that has to be linked with rich people. Their peculiar ability to act so rude with a perfect smile or neutral like they couldn't give a f**k.

“You are no more mysterious, just stalk-ish and uncool," I said irritatedly. "And before you say anything, I have my solid reason why me going to that party might just never work," I suddenly felt the urge to explain myself to him. "One, Donald is not gonna let me go—”

“Why don't you just call him your dad?” he interrupted.

I cocked my head in disbelief. “If anyone in this goddamn pack was supposed to know how fake my father and I’s relationship is, it is you, his biggest rival who he won't stop yapping about," I pointed out plainly. "It's like you're an insect that had managed to get under his skin. I won