#kian fitzpatrick

The banging on her door at this time could only mean one thing. Or at least it used to mean one thing before the Hollow came into her life and brought new dangers to her door. Usually the knock at this hour meant someone was bleeding. As she set aside her glass, she pulled up the camera outside her front door, expecting to see some Family solider with a gunshot wound. But instead, she saw a familiar face staring back at her. Her heart stilled and for a moment, Alessandra froze. Surely this had to be a dream. He couldn't be here. Feeling as if she was moving through a dream, Alessandra opened the door, feeling her hands move to shove against his chest though none of this felt real. "What the fuck are you doing here? You have a lot of nerve, Kian!" But before her anger could push her even further she noticed the blood. Her hands stilled, pausing before she shoved him again. "You're bleeding."

Not tonight. Please, not tonight. Alessandra had seen him across the room earlier in the night and she had cursed herself for not realizing he was going to be here. He was the leader of the Outlaws, why wouldn't he show up to a joint event from Nightshade and Kurtlar offering an auction on high valuable illegal, stolen and expensive objects? But still, she hadn't been prepared to see him. So instead, she had tried avoiding him, scurrying to another room if he got too close. But it seemed like her attention had strayed and she lost track of him. That was until she turned a corner and came face to face with him. Time stood still as Alessandra stared at Kian. She took in every detail of his face that had changed. His scent enveloped her once more, bringing back memories and Alessandra felt her heart break a little as the pain came back to her. Against her will, her thumb moved, touching the finger where the ring he had given her had once resided for one brief moment. "Kian..."