~Killain's Pov~
Everything has been happening according to his parents. Welcome, except for the assault. That had been the only thing he didn't bank on.
But of course, it had brought his plan ahead by one million paces. Brandon had already moved in with him, which would not have been possible at least until the next six months to a year.
Wallace was a twitchy little thing. There was no way he would come into his space easily. At least with the assault, he could keep Brandon closer for as long as he wanted.
His now seemed like almost forever.
He huffed. That is something he would decide on later.
It was 12 in the night and he was unable to get Brandon out of his mind. So slowly, he creeped downstairs and opened the door to the room occupied by Brandon.
Today, he had not eaten his sleep medicine. He had seen it on camera and anger the fuck out of it. Had the whole already initiated physical contact, killing would have let his displeasure known.
