Chapter Twenty-Seven – Get A Grip I
Natasha's POV
My eyes scanned Killian's body for any injuries. Apart from a coal stain on his shoes, there was no indication he had entered a fireplace.
"You must be really light on your feet. Eve is okay as well, right?" I asked after a moment. His hand, which had been on my forehead, drifted to my cheek, and he gave it a gentle pull.
"Well, yes. They were already in the cooling room. Jenna was quite dramatic to be yelling like that when they were safe, and others were working to put out the fire."
So she had been the one to call for help? She really liked playing the victim. I might truly start to hate her. My eyes flicked to the tray of food she had brought.
"She said that..." Should I report her nonsense? I shook my head, deciding I'd handle her myself. I forced a smile and nodded. "I thought something worse had happened, but if that's all, then you're fine."