Killian's POV.
Sharing had never been his forte, of any kind.
Never had. He was interested in sharing anything with his siblings, nor was he now.
It was something that ran in his blood and his father. They would never share rest. Sharing just never fit in with their psyche.
So, to his surprise, informed him that Megan had given a little kiss on Brandon's cheek as a goodbye, his anger had shot through the roof.
Megan touched what was his. Innocent or not, he did not give a fuck. But Megan touched what was his. Who gave her the right to do that?
She was not his lover, never had been, never would be. So why the fuck would you take the liberty to touch someone who belongs to somebody else?
The urge to punish her ran through his wings. He needed to punish her, to make her feel what he felt a thousand times worse. He wanted to squish Megan into nothingness.
