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Eris. A name that literally means chaos.
Lyssa Laurent. A woman whom this name describes perfectly.
If only Killian had known that before he got involved with her.
But who would have expected that she would turn his life upside d...
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"You." I looked at him in surprise when I opened the door and found him standing there.
"Me." He smiled.
"What are you...Odin." My gaze dropped to Odin standing next to Killian.
I immediately bent down to him, even though it hurt quite a bit, and he walked over to me. He was constantly wagging his tail while his tongue was sticking out.
I scratched behind his ears and greeted him before turning my attention to Killian.
"What are you doing here?" I didn't stop petting Odin.
"Odin needed to go for a walk, I thought since you can go for walks, you might as well join us."
"Really?" I smiled. "So Odin needed a walk." I laughed.
"Exactly."
"I'll go get my jacket." I shook my head before laughing and picking myself up off the ground.
I quickly grabbed the first sweatshirt from Luna's closet and returned to them. They were there exactly as I left them.
Killian leaning in the doorway, surprisingly not in a suit, but in casual clothes. A gray sweatshirt with black sweatpants and plain white shoes. His hair was a little messy, but he looked good. He looked like any other person.
And next to him Odin, whom he had on a leash. They looked amazing like this next to each other. Too good.
"Ready to go." I stopped in front of them and took the keys.
Without a word, Killian stepped back so I could lock behind us and waited for me before he and I started walking towards the elevator.
The ride down the elevator was quiet and I wondered if it would be like that the whole time. But Killian spoke as we exited the building.
"Do you want to take him?" He gave me Odin's leash and I accepted it with a smile.
Odin walked slowly beside us as we started walking towards the center of the city.
"I think I owe you a thank you." He spoke first again.
"For what?" I frowned.
"Finn's back."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I bit my lip to keep from smiling.
"Really?" He laughed. "If you don't want to take credit for it, I won't force you to. But thanks."
"I just opened his eyes. He's just in a difficult place, give him time, he'll grow up."
"I wish he'd never grow up. I wish he'd be twelve again and have no opinions of his own." He laughed nervously.
"Everything was easier when we were kids." I tried to hide my disappointment.
I miss being a kid. Doing stupid things and getting in trouble later.
