C17 Living hell

Killian's POV

My eyes tracked the up-and-down movement of Rosalind's chest as she flushed a beautiful pink.

Her voice was weak and reedy so obviously turned on out of her mind. "You are sick."

I raised my eyebrow questioningly. "Am I or are you?"

Rosalind wrapped her hand around herself as though that would be able to shield her from my words and her icy blue eyes met mine