Killian’s POV
I kept my hand resting lightly on Diana’s shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handful, that much was clear, but there was something charming about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Devon trailed behind quietly, his gaze darting around as if committing every detail to memory. He had always been so keen and attentive.
I glanced at them, then shook my head to clear my thoughts. I could not stop replaying the scene back in the restaurant. Dominic had acted so… at ease around them. It grated on me, how natural he seemed with the twins, like he belonged there, and as if the twins belonged to him.
A flicker of doubt gnawed at me. What if Dominic…?
No. Samantha would have told me if—
But would she?
